Twenty-Five
We lay on the bed, breathing hard and letting the sweat cool off our skin. Seb’s head was down by my hip, his breath blowing hot air over my flesh. His legs were crammed into the space by my shoulder on the inside of the bed, knees bent and legs akimbo. I slid an arm around one of his legs and let my fingers trail over his oblique muscles.
Seb propped his head up to look at me and grinned. “You look pretty f*****g sexy all blissed out.”
“Cocky,” I teased, tugging at his leg hair. He grunted and rolled his upper body over me, pinning my arm between us and resting his head on my thigh. I sighed and closed my eyes, enjoying the way he stroked a light hand up my stomach.
Seb’s head came off my thigh. “Who are those people?”
I opened my eyes and looked up, following his gaze to
