JESSIE
It's been a long day. And burying my dad has given me a sense of relief, not happiness, but relief that I'll never see my abuser ever again. I've spent the whole day being approached by a lot of people, and I thought I'd be drained already, but doing a meet and greet with my readers has given me the patience to meet up to fifty people within two hours.
At least that's done, now I can finally go back to New York. Right?
It's nighttime, I take my mom home, and I drive straight to Rosa's. I don't know what I'm doing here, but I just feel like being here right now. I'm sitting in the car looking at the building and the person in it.
It's late, everyone's gone home, and the only person in that building is a handsome Sebastian De La Rosa. The person I came to see, no, I did not come here to have a drink because I knew it would be closed by now. I only came here to see Sebby, my first love.
I let out a sigh, and I walk out of the car.
I'm still dressed in my suit. I don't have time to change right now, I just want to see Sebby. Maybe the reason I'm here is because I want him to give me answers, I want him to explain to me what the hell is going on here. I do not care about the fact that it's late; he owes me this.
I open the door and I walk in, and as soon as I do, he looks up from the counter, it seems like he's looking at his log book.
Sebby, always the hard-working fellow.
"Hey, are you okay?"
"Yeah, sorry, I know it's late. I can come tomorrow."
"No! No, it's fine, you don't have to go." he walks away from the counter. And he gives me that look, that stupid look he has on his face, the look of longing.
God, he's so fucking hot."
"I hate when you look at me like that," I say, and he furrows his brow,s confused.
"Like what?" he asks, trying hard not to smile, and I know he wants to pull up a grin right now. The mother fucker.
"Like…" I sigh, I'm just going to say it. "Like you want to kiss me," I say to him.
"Well, I do want to kiss you." he comes closer, and I'm taken aback by what he just said. I thought he'd deny it, I thought he'd tell me that I'm just overthinking. But he's not telling me that, and he's just assured me that I am not overthinking at all.
He's drawn closer to me, and I can feel his hot breath; I can feel the energy pumping out of him going through me. This looks too familiar. It reminds me of the time when we kissed for the first time.
"And I know that you want to kiss me, too. Admit it," he says in a low voice that makes me want to melt.
"Sebby, I have a boyfriend."
"He's not your first love. I am, me. You love him, yes, but you and he will never have the connection that we have," he says, and I want to tell him he's wrong. Why am I not telling him that he's wrong? I can just say it right now, and he's going to leave me the fuck alone. He'll back off. And I would just go to New York.
He'll never see me again.
So why am I not telling him all this? Why the fuck am I looking at his lips with longing? Why am I drawing closer to him?
And why do I just kiss him?
And why am I not regretting it instantly?
No, I don't regret it. I am kissing him, and I have missed his lips so fucking much. I have missed his touch, I have missed his scent, I have missed his curly hair. I have missed him.
Tongue is involved now, and I'm just starting to allow him to do whatever he wants with me. He removes my suit with so much aggression, and he rips my shirt off my body. He looks at my chest.
"Dios Mios. You're so fucking hot."
He's one to talk. I kiss him, and he bites my neck. I moan loudly as my hand goes through his hair. I hold it with so much intention. I want him to fuck me right here and now. I want him to be inside me fucking me hard, because Sebastian De La Rosa is the one I want.
I don't want anyone else. Just him.
"You're mine," he whispers into my ear, which makes me crave his touch even more.
"I'm yours," I say, because I am indeed his. Forever.
SEBASTIAN
I open my eyes, and a wave of disappointment hits me like heavy rain. I grab a pillow and I yell into it.
"WHAT THE FUCK?"
Why? Why did it have to be a dream?
But wait a minute.
I put the pillow down, and I think for a second.
The dream wasn't from my perspective. I wasn't the one who had the dream. Oh my God, was he the one dreaming about us? I rush out of bed immediately. And my duvet almost drags me to the ground. I manage to keep myself still. I rush out of my room in nothing but my boxer briefs.
"Mom! Pilar! I have a question."
"Oh my God, Sebastian. I get you're a morning person, but why must you always yell like this? It's like seven in the morning." Pilar says, walking out of the bathroom, her hair messy, and she still looks like she's asleep. I rush over to her and I hold her arms.
"Pilar, I just have one question."
"Ugh, what is it?" she asks, more annoyed than ever. She really isn't a morning person, nor is Mom. But my dad was, I remember when we'd wake up early in the morning, and we'd try to fix something, or just arrange the house or play ball in the backyard.
I really miss him.
"Okay, when a Nytheri brings a human back to life, they have a bond, right? They're connected. Like they can talk to each other through their minds."
"Yeah, but not only that, they share thoughts, visions, feelings and dreams. You two share a life, so your souls are more tied to each other than anything."
I don't care about anything else she said. She had me at dreams, and I don't notice I'm grinning like a maniac until Pilar's horrified face comes into full display.
"What is wrong with you? Did Jessie have a dream of you and him having sex or something?" She asks, and I don't answer right away, but I do pull up a grin that's grinnier than before. "Oh my fucking God, Sebastian, you are disgusting."
"What? I'm not the one who had the dream. It was him. That means he wants me. Jessie Humphrey still wants me." I say happily, then I rest my back on the wall, thinking about the passionate kiss we both shared. It felt so real. It felt too real.
"Okay, he had a dream where you two were getting it in, but doesn't he have a boyfriend?" I wave my younger sister off.
"That guy will be out of the picture very soon."
She laughs. "You are unbelievable."
"I have to go meet him. What if he's already running to New York right now?"
"I don't think so. He did say he was going to stay a while so he can understand our world and maybe find out ways on how to stop him from going rogue."
"Oh yeah, but you know him. If he feels a bit of discomfort, he runs away. Why the fuck am I still talking to you? I have to go shower so I can see my man. And also, he isn't going rogue."
"Ugh, he's not going to… mom? Are you okay?"
I stop in front of the bathroom and I turn around to see Mom looking like she's seen a ghost. She looks worried and distressed, and it's making me worry.
"Mom? What's wrong?"
"I uh- just got off the phone with Vanessa Dickson."
Vanessa Dickson, one of Mom's best friends, is also a part of the council.
My heart skips a beat. They're already calling. That was so fucking fast. I let out an annoyed sigh, and I plant my hand on my waist.
"Okay, when am I going to meet them for my punishment?"
"What? No, it's not about the foolish thing you did," she says, and I'm taken aback.
"Okay? Then what's wrong?"
"Vanessa called to tell me there's a serial killer in town. And that killer isn't killing humans. That killer is killing Nytheris."
Okay… holy shit?