เข้าสู่ระบบSEBASTIAN'S POVThree days after we got back from the hotel, my phone rang while I was in the kitchen helping Lucas with lunch.Selena.I stared at the screen for a long second before answering.“Hi,” I said.“Sebastian.” Her voice was quieter than usual. Not the polished, controlled tone I was used to. “Are you free this afternoon?”I glanced at Eli, who was sitting at the table pretending not to listen but clearly was. He gave me a small nod.“Yeah,” I said. “I’m free.”“Can I come by the house? I’d like to talk. Properly this time. Just us, if that’s okay.”My chest tightened. “Just us.”“I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”She hung up.Eli stood up and came over, resting his hands on my waist. “You sure you want to do this alone?”“I think I need to,” I said. “But stay close? In the house somewhere.”“Always.” He kissed my forehead. “I’ll be in our room if you need me.”When Selena arrived, she looked… different. Less armor. She wore a simple coat, no briefcase, hair a little less p
SEBASTIAN'S POVMorning light slipped gently through the curtains, soft and golden. I woke up slowly, body heavy in the best way, still feeling the ghost of last night’s sensory deprivation — the darkness, the silence, Eli’s hands and mouth owning every inch of me. My wrists were a little sore from the cuffs, my skin still sensitive, and my ass ached pleasantly from how deep he’d fucked me.Eli was already awake, propped on one elbow, watching me with those steady dark eyes. His hair was messy, lips slightly swollen from last night. The ring on his finger caught the light as he reached over to brush a strand of hair from my forehead.“Morning,” he said softly, voice rough with sleep and leftover heat. “How are you feeling?”I stretched slowly, wincing a little at the pleasant soreness. “Floaty. Good floaty. Last night was… a lot. In the best way possible.” I turned to face him fully. “I felt everything so intensely. The silence made me lose track of time completely. When you pulled th
SEBASTIAN'S POVThe next night felt different.After the intensity of temperature play the night before, both of us were still riding that quiet, satisfied glow. We had dinner with Lucas — simple, warm, filled with easy conversation about Bianca’s latest text and Jasmine’s endless group chat messages. When Lucas went to bed around ten, Eli looked at me across the kitchen table with that focused look I was learning to read so well.“Sensory deprivation tonight?” he asked, voice low but careful. “If you’re ready. We can take it slow and long.”My pulse jumped. The memory of how overwhelmed and alive I felt during temperature play was still fresh. This felt like the next step.“Yeah,” I said. “I want it. Extended. I want to see how far I can go with you.”Eli searched my face for a long moment. “Safe word is still ‘red’. Tap my arm three times if you can’t speak. I’ll check in verbally too. We stop the second you need to. No pushing through.”“I know,” I said, reaching for his hand. “I t
SEBASTIAN'S POVThe hotel morning kept going warm and clean and completely ours. We checked out at eleven, still buzzing from everything that had happened in that room — the mirror, the sixty seconds we filmed and deleted together, the quiet confessions in the morning light. The drive home was peaceful. Eli’s hand stayed on my thigh the whole way, thumb brushing slow circles like he couldn’t stop touching me.When we pulled up to the house, Jasmine was already there, exactly like she promised, armed with two bottles of wine and enough energy to power the entire campus. Dinner was loud, chaotic, and perfect. She grilled us for hours about the proposal, the bench, the fights, the bread basket moment, everything. Lucas listened with quiet smiles and the occasional dry comment. Eli kept his hand on my knee under the table the entire time, grounding me.By the time Jasmine finally left — hugging us tight and promising to come back soon with more questions — the house felt full again, even
SEBASTIAN'S POVMorning came clean and quiet.No more messages. No unknown numbers. No footsteps in the hallway. Just soft city light pouring through the window and Eli beside me, breathing slow and steady.I lay there staring at the ceiling for a long moment, letting it all sink in.Then I turned my head.Eli was already awake, watching the window with those dark, steady eyes. The ring on his finger caught the light."Marcus?" I asked quietly."Mr. George texted at six," he said, voice still rough with sleep. "They took him in last night. Recording confiscated. Extra charges added." He paused. "It’s done, Sebastian.""Done," I repeated, almost disbelieving."Done," he confirmed, turning to look at me. "For real this time."I let out a long breath and rubbed my face. "No more unknown numbers. No more Room 1427. No more Devon pulling shit from a hospital bed. No more Selena. No board. No scholarship threats. Just… us."Eli reached over and laced our fingers together. "Just us."I squee
SEBASTIAN'S POV"Ten minutes." I stared at the glowing screen, blood rushing in my ears. "They gave me ten fucking minutes, Eli. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?"Eli sat up fast, eyes wide and already flashing with that protective fire I knew so well. "You are not going down there alone. End of discussion.""They said alone, Eli. If I don’t—""I don’t care what they said!" His voice rose, sharp and urgent. He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. "You’re not walking into a hotel lobby at midnight because some faceless bastard is sending threats from a blocked number. That’s not how this works. Not anymore. Not with me here."I paced beside the bed, phone clenched so tight my knuckles hurt. "But if they actually send that video to the Dean and my father—""What video?" Eli cut in, stepping in front of me and grabbing my shoulders to stop my pacing. "What could they possibly have from the board hearing that isn’t already out there? The whole thing was recorded officially
ELI'S POV Sebastain had completely zoned out as he stood here. His eyes were fixed on me but I was sure as hell he wasn't listening to a thing I was saying. First he was already dressed for the hearing and now he his acting all weird? “Are you alright?” I muttered softly, as I walked towards him.
ELI'S POVAN HOUR BEFORE SEBASTAIN CAME INThe familar ringing tone of my phone buzzed for the umpteenth time, it was the same caller and the same number. I stared at my phone's screen unsure of what to do to make it stop.If I ended the call, she was going to call again. If I picked up the call th
Eli's POV “You poured the wrong drink Seb, are you planning on poisoning me?” I muttered softly, as I dropped the drink back on the table. He stared at me keenly like he was waiting for me to tell him it was just a joke but I was silent. I had no idea he heard me in the first place, I thought I
ELI'S POVHe had walked in with a brown envelope in his hands and a frown on his face. I stared at the strangely familiar envelope as I waited for him to explain what it was all about.“You changed the mail address already?” He asked, and I frowned. Change my mail address? I wasn't expecting any m







