EroticReverie

Summer Skye

Natalie is team Sebastian Ambrose when I tell her he’s coming over tonight. She does an entire fucking victory dance and hoots and hollers and claps her hands and I just shake my head at her. 

Was this a mistake? What if he’s followed here? I hated having to hide constantly. Just for a sliver of privacy. Growing up with the world watching is a fucking nightmare. And if it weren’t for the fans, I’d give it all up just to have a normal life. Even though the fans are part of the reason and part of the gossip. But they’re also responsible for pretty much everything I have. And everything I’ve been able to do. Without them I couldn’t give back as much I have. Without them I’d have never seen nearly the entire fucking world. So I try to suck it up the best I can. But Jesus, it’d be nice to just have everyone forget my name for a little while. 

Natalie helps me get ready later that night. After I shower , she helps me with my hair. She curls it and brushes it out leaving my hair looking full and wavy. I do my own makeup. Because I loved Natalie , but if I left it to her she’d have ten pounds of makeup on my face and I didn’t want to look like I was going to a photo shoot. 

She helps pick out an outfit , and she scrunches her nose in disgust when I suggest a casual jeans and t shirt. 

“Absolutely fucking not” were her exact words. 

So I’m currently pacing my home in a baby blue dress. The shoulder straps are thin and the chest of the dress is a stretchy scrunched fabric that forms to my breasts, with a thin strap that ties at the top, leaving a little peekaboo bit between my breasts. The fabric falls loose below my waist and the hem hits my mid thigh. I’m wearing baby blue heels that match it perfectly and rub my clammy nervous palms over my dress. 

He texted an hour ago that he landed and I start to worry I’m going to be stood up. It’s a stupid thought, there’s LA traffic to get through. It could be another hour before he even gets here. But it leaving me too much time to worry about this damn dress and these heels. Was he going to think I was trying to hard? Trey was my first real relationship, and I didn’t know how to date. Jesus , what would we talk about? What if he gets here and thinks I’m something I’m not and ends up disappointed and totally rejects his own idea of a kiss when he leaves?

“Five minutes. I’m about to date you so hard Summer.”  The text that pings on my phone says and I let out a laugh and my nerves sky rocket and I take several deep slow breaths. 

Natalie left a little while ago, telling me she’d stay the night with her boyfriend tonight to get out of my hair and give me “alone time” with a Sebastian. But she said it as if we were going to fuck all over the house tonight. Which. We’re NOT. But she’d just winked at me and kissed my cheek. And told me to knock him dead. 

The buzzer sounds to my front gate and I run over to the intercom on the wall with the video surveillance of the front gate. I see him through the camera. He’s driving himself and I can see the big ass smile on his face and waits for me to respond. 

I press the button. 

“I’m really tired, can we do this another night?” I say through the speaker and watch his face drop.  God. I was cruel. I smile to myself. 

“I’m kidding.” I say quickly and then buzz the gate open and watch him sigh with relief.

“Not funny!!” He says loudly over the sound of the gate opening. 

I press the button. “It was a little funny” I say and he narrows his eyes right into the camera and shakes his head. But he’s smiling and I bite my lip as I watch he car move out of frame. 

I walk to the door. And go to open it. But also don’t want to stand at the door for several awkward moments while he parks and walks up the steps. 

I look at the other near the intercom and see his car slowly pull up and he parks right at the front of the steps and then gets out. 

Dark jeans. Dark t shirt. His typical attire. I watch him open the back door and grab a bag and then, shit. Flowers. A giant ass bouquet of flowers. He got me flowers. Trey never bought me a single fucking flower. Stop comparing them Summer, I scold myself. But it was hard not to. And I didn’t feel too guilty about it , considering the comparisons were working out in Sebastian’s favor. 

I let him ring the doorbell. I wait a few seconds and then take another deep breath and then pull the large door open and peek out at him before stepping back and pulling it open further. 

His eyes widen and his jaw drops slightly and then he’s smiling as he shakes his head and looks me up and down. 

“Jesus, you look…”

I hold my breath. 

“I’m speechless” he says.

“Come in” I say and he nods and shakes his head. 

“Yeah, right. Still trying to recover from the sight of you, sorry” he says and steps in as I blush and roll my eyes. 

“You look nice too” I say and he gives a small laugh. 

“Nice is definitely not the word I was going to use” he says as I shut the door. 

“Gee thanks” I say playfully and he smiles at me. 

“Nice would have been an insult. You never look just “nice” Summer.” He says and I feel my cheeks blush even more. 

“Then what do I look like?“ I cock my head and throw my hand on my hip. 

“Like my future wife if I have anything to say about it” he says and my jaw drops and he shrugs unapologetically. 

“You asked.” He says and look away trying to fight the grin on my face. 

“These are for you.” He says and lifts the flowers , drawing my face back to him and reach out and take them gently. 

“They’re beautiful. Thank you, you didn’t have to get me flowers” 

“I sure did. And I should’ve bought more , should’ve bought the entire lot of what they had in store with you looking like that.” He says and I hold the flowers up as I laugh and blush even harder behind them. 

“Alright Casanova” I tease him and he smiles as I lower them. 

“Come on. I’ll get you a plate so you can eat your food.”

“You’re not eating with me?” He asks and follows me in though the foyer and the hall and towards the kitchen. 

“I told you I don’t eat this late” I laugh as set the flowers down gently. 

“But I got Frankie’s” he says and I pause while opening the cupboard to grab a vase. 

“Frankie’s?” I ask , grabbing a vase and looking at him. 

“It’s your favorite ….” He pauses and considers for a moment. “ isn’t it?” 

I nod as my heart thumps in my chest. Flowers AND my favorite guilty pleasure food. 

“I got one of everything.” He says. “But I got two of the Cookie Monster Cheesecake slices  since they’re Youre actual favorite” he says. 

There’s a lump in my throat. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to wait till the end of our date to fucking kiss him. 

Frankie’s is a local bakery that makes fun colorful desserts. And they don’t just LOOK delicious, they’re the best god damn desserts I’ve ever tasted. 

“How do you know that?” I ask and he smiles. 

“I may have seen the interview with Good Morning America where you spent the entire segment talking about Frankie’s ….and the interview with People where you said if you could eat only one thing for the rest of your life , it’d be Cookie Monster Cheesecake from Frankie’s .” 

Is this what it feels like to fucking swoon? 

“And the interview with-“

“Got it.” I say and flush another shade of red. 

“I apparently talk about food way too much” I say and he smiles. 

“Nah. It’s cute.” He says and walks over setting the giant take out bag down on the counter. 

“So, are you gonna eat with me?” He asks and lifts a brow as he starts taking out the containers of dessert and I nod. 

The satisfied smile on his face has little butterflies dancing in my belly, …and in my fucking vagina. Are those supposed to be there? Over fucking cheesecake? No. They’re there because he brought me flowers and knows things about me. Not just my favorite food. But he knows about the charities I donate too. He defended me. The butterflies are fucking crying inside of my vagina and soaking my damn panties as I look at him. Why was he so interested in me? Americas bad boy rock star has done his fucking homework on me. 

I grab multiple large serving plates and watch as Sebastian situates all the desserts. I smile as he scowls at the plate when he accidentally tips one of the cheese cake slides onto its side and gets strawberry topping all over the plate. 

“Shit” he says and shakes his head. I bite my lip and hold back a little laugh. 

He lifts his eyes to me and smirks. 

“You laughing at me? I’m trying to impress you here.” He says and gestures to the dishes of specifically arranged desserts. 

“Did that this morning with your interview with Charles” I say and walk around the counter and gently use a knife to tip the slice back up right. 

“Sorry about the interview” he says as he stands near me as I gently swipe my finger along the strawberry mess. 

“I’m not.” I say and then pick up my finger and swipe again , trying to clean the display hes arranged as much as I can and then lift my finger and pop it into my mouth while still looking down at the plate. I hum softly at the sweetness on my tongue and then turn my head as I pop my finger from my mouth. 

I find Sebastian eyes on my mouth, his lips parted. My breath stopping when I realize how close we are and how he’s looking at my mouth. 

I lick my lips slightly and his nostrils flare as he looks in my eyes. 

“How’s it taste?” He asks. His voice low and my breath still caught somewhere in my chest. 

“Um” I exhale. “It’s good” I say and he nods. His eyes going back to my mouth and his jaw clenches slightly and my eyes go to the muscles that flex in his jaw and then to his mouth as he keeps his eyes moving from my mouth to my eyes and then back again. 

“Hey summer?” He says and the low rumble of his voice. The quiet way he speaks while still vibrating the air with the gravel in his voice. 

“Y-yes?” I stammer slightly and he steps even closer and I swallow so hard I know hears it. 

“Remember how I said I wanted to kiss you at the end of the date?” He asks and his hand lifts to my neck and I suck in a breath. 

I nod. “Yeah” I answer. 

“Would it be alright to change my mind and kiss you now instead?” He asks and the butterflies fucking swarm inside of me as I nod again. 

His other hand lifts to the other side of my neck and both hands slip up to my jaw and to my face , his fingers slightly in my hair and his thumbs slide under my jaw as he looks down at me. 

“Hey summer?” He says again and I feel my toes curling and my body buzzing with anticipation. 

“Yeah?” I answer quietly. 

“If I kiss you, I might not stop” he says and a tiny whimper slips from my mouth and he groans slightly. 

“Okay” I say and he smiles as his eyes fall to my mouth. 

“Youre gonna have to stop me because I might try to do more once I taste your mouth” he says and I put my hands on his chest and clutch his shirt. His nostrils flaring. Holy fucking tension. Damn. He had me eating out of the palm of his fucking hand. I felt like a god damn puppy begging for his affection. 

“Is it okay if I don’t stop you?” I ask and he exhales hard and nods. 

“Yeah gorgeous, that’s okay” he says and then leans in, barely brushing his lips over mine. 

“Hey summer?” He asks. His lips so god damn close it going to die if he doesn’t stop talking and kiss me. 

“Sebastian” I breathe with a slight frustrated whimper. He smiles and licks his lips as I lick mine.

“Youre killing me” I exhale as his mouth hovers cruelly over my mouth, teasing me. 

“Sorry” he smirks. “I just can’t believe I finally get to fucking kiss you” 

“You’ve been here all of ten minutes”

I say and he shakes his head with a little laugh. His breath falling over my lips. 

“But you’ve been in my dreams for fucking years Summer” he says and I whimper. Pulling his shirt as I push onto the toes of my heels and close the barely existing distance between our mouths.