SASHA’S POV
The moment Sebastian’s fist collided with the man’s jaw, time seemed to slow down around me.
My heart thundered in my chest as I watched him, the intensity in his eyes blazing as he took down every guy that dared stand in his way.
I had only asked to leave the club, hoping it would de-escalate the situation, but these men clearly weren’t willing to back off without making a scene. And Sebastian? Well, he wasn’t one to walk away from a challenge.
Another man lunged at him, and Sebastian caught him midair, twisting his arm behind him and sending him to the ground with a heavy thud.
I wanted to pull him away, to tell him it wasn’t worth it, but the way he moved was mesmerising, like he was completely in control of every move, every hit, every muscle.
A few guys hesitated, watching their friends groaning on the floor, bruised and broken, and I could see the uncertainty flickering in their eyes.
But it was too late; Sebastian’s warning was written all over his clenched jaw, his narrowed eyes, and the way he held his ground.
He finally straightened, breathing heavily, as he fixed each of them with a cold, unwavering stare.
“Don’t. Ever. Go near her again,” he warned, his voice low and lethal.
The men scrambled, nursing their injuries as they mumbled apologies and excuses, and I felt an odd, undeniable satisfaction blooming inside me.
Sebastian’s protectiveness wrapped around me like a blanket, fierce and comforting, and as he took my hand in his, I felt a rush of warmth spread through me.
Without a word, he led me out of the club, his grip firm and unyielding, almost as if he was afraid I’d slip away.
The chill of the night air greeted us as we stepped outside, and my breath puffed out in small clouds as we made our way toward his car.
I was still reeling, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions coursing through me.
We didn’t speak, but his hand remained tightly wrapped around mine, and the strength in his hold felt like a silent promise, one I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready to confront just yet.
When we reached the car, he opened the door for me, his gaze softening for a brief moment as he looked at me. I slipped inside, and he closed the door with a gentleness that surprised me.
As he climbed in on the other side and started the engine, the silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken words.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Why did you do that?” I asked, turning to face him.
He kept his eyes on the road, his jaw clenched. “Do what?”
“Fight them. They were just…idiots. It wasn’t worth it,” I replied, my voice softer than I intended.
He let out a humourless chuckle. “Idiots, maybe. But idiots who thought they could mess with you,” he replied, his voice rough.
“I’m not going to stand by and let anyone treat you like that.”
My heart skipped a beat, and I couldn’t help but press further. “Why are you so…protective of me?”
I didn’t know what answer I expected, but the words tumbled out before I could stop them. I wanted to know, needed to know, what he thought of me.
This wasn’t just about a fight in a club. It was about him-this man who had entered my life and turned it upside down, who had made me feel things I hadn’t thought I was capable of feeling.
Sebastian took a deep breath, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The seconds dragged on, each one feeling heavier than the last.
Finally, he pulled the car to a stop in an empty parking lot, the glow of the streetlights casting soft shadows across his face.
He turned to me, his gaze piercing as if he was looking straight into my soul. “Sasha,” he began, his voice almost a whisper, “I’m protective of you because…I care about you. More than I ever thought I could care about anyone.”
My breath hitched, and I felt a warmth spreading through my chest, one that left me almost dizzy with anticipation.
“Sebastian…” I murmured, hardly daring to believe what I was hearing.
He reached out, his hand resting on my cheek, his thumb brushing against my skin.
“I know it might sound crazy. Hell, it sounds crazy even to me. But you…you make me feel alive, in a way I haven’t felt in a long time.” His eyes searched mine, as if looking for something, some sign that I felt the same way. “I love you, Sasha.”
The words hung in the air, heavy and intense, and I could feel my heart pounding so hard it hurt. I hadn’t expected him to say it, hadn’t dared to hope for it, but now that the words were out, there was no denying the truth.
“I love you too,” I whispered, barely able to keep the smile from spreading across my face.
A look of relief washed over him, softening his features in a way that made my heart melt. And then, before I knew it, he was leaning in, his lips finding mine in a kiss that was both fierce and tender.
I lost myself in him, in the taste of him, in the warmth of his body pressed against mine. It felt like coming home.
When we finally pulled apart, I was breathless, my heart racing as I looked up at him. “Take me home,” I whispered, the words filled with a promise.
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The drive back to our place was a blur, the air between us charged with an electricity that neither of us acknowledged but both felt acutely.
By the time we reached the house, the tension was almost unbearable. Sebastian barely had the car in park before we were out, and I could hardly contain the excitement bubbling within me.
The front door barely clicked shut behind us before his hands were on me, pulling me close, his lips capturing mine with a hunger that made my knees weak.
We stumbled together down the hallway, our movements frantic and desperate as we made our way to the bedroom, each kiss more intense than the last.
I fell onto the bed, and he hovered over me, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice husky, and the way he said it made me feel as if I was the only person in the world.
“Show me,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the contours of his face, memorising every line and curve.
And he did. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word made me feel cherished, loved, in a way I hadn’t known was possible.
Our bodies moved together, a perfect rhythm, and I lost myself in him, in the way he held me, in the way he whispered my name as if it was a prayer.
Hours later, as we lay tangled together in the sheets, my head resting on his chest, I felt a sense of peace settle over me.
I could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear, and I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling.
“Thank you,” I murmured, not even sure if he was awake enough to hear me.
“For what?” he asked, his voice soft and sleepy.
“For loving me,” I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper.
He tightened his arms around me, pulling me closer. “Always, Sasha,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Always.”