When I feel a trail of soft kisses trailing up my neck the corners of my lips tilt up, looking down with my eyes still closed letting Seb place light kisses all over my face.

What a way to wake up after getting railed to the moon and back!

Shut up.

Rude.

"Morning, hermosa" he mutters while kissing my jaw and I hum. Wrapping my arms tighter around him to pull him closer, my hands sliding into his soft hair when he moves his face to be against my tits again.

When I try moving, pain strikes my body as if someone just stabbed my legs over and over again, letting out a small groan of pain as I freeze back into the position I was in before.

When his lips curve into a smirk against my skin I smack the back of his head, my eyes roll to the back of my head as his hand slips from my waist down onto my ass, the burning pain striking though my body.

I feel his lips place another kiss somewhere on my neck before he speaks, "want me to start you a warm bath?" he asks. I smile and kiss his hair, nodding thinking about how relaxing it would be.

How much it would help my sore body...

I run my acrylic nail down his bicep and listen to the way his breathing speeds up by the slightest, he sucks gently on my skin. My eyes flutter shut and I lift my thigh, ignoring the pain striking up my leg as I wrap it around his waist and pull him closer.

"You're driving me crazy," he whispers and I can't help the smile of irony. And he's the one keeping me sane.

Rolling my eyes when I feel him place a light kiss on the hickey I know he just gave me, "my bath, amant." I remind him while he kisses me everywhere he can at the moment, my neck, collarbones, jaw and even goes so far as to slip under the sheets and palm one of my tits.

I was just joking but this man pushes himself away from me and goes to sit up in the bed. I let a sigh slip from my lips as I pull the silky comforter to cover my chest.

I watch as he leans over and places a kiss on my forehead, the smile never leaves my lips, my eyes flutter shut and I feel him move away from me. Pulling the sheets up higher until the bottom half of my face is covered.

A yawn escapes my lips as I lift my arms out of the covers and stretch, quickly reaching over and grabbing my phone off the night table to check my messages.

I only smile harder when I see Ivy's texts, opening our conversation to see her threatening to kill John, not knowing he's already dead in some ditch.

I told her about what John did to me when Seb was out probably murdering him, she was beyond pissed and even went so far as of to saying she'll get ducks unleashed on John, she said she'd do it herself and that's when you know you pissed Ivy off. Ivy would never go near ducks unless her life depended on it. Never mind, she still wouldn't go near the ducks.

I tell her that it's fine and we've dealt with the situation, also asking for a baby update. It's been almost 25 weeks so she should be showing even a little bit by now.

I see the receipt on my message asking for the baby update and my eyebrows furrow when she doesn't say anything for a few seconds.

Although when she sends me a picture of her stomach I break out into a grin, clicking on it to see it better. My eyes fall to the developing baby bump on her stomach being shown by her pulling up her shirt.

I let out a small laugh at her next message telling me about how Ares won't stop being careful with everything she does, wincing when she gives me extra and unwanted information about her sex life.

I tell her that I did not need to know about how he fucks her, 'and I don't need to hear about the duck facts you send me randomly' is what she replies with and I bite the inside of my cheek to hold in my laugh.

What? I feel like she should know the amazingly educational facts about her favourite creatures.

When I hear the bath Seb was making me stop I quickly tell Ivy that I'll facetime her some time soon and say bye.

My eyes meet with a pair of piercing blue ones as a small smile spreads over his lips, he pulls the covers off of me and carefully slips his arms under my body. "I'll make us breakfast while you're taking a bath?"

He's in some sweats and his hair is still messed up from me running my fingers through it, "sounds amazing." Everything I do with him is amazing, if he asked me to do the craziest shit ever I'd say yes, because it's with him.

Yes the bath helped, but it didn't help fully fucking heal the pain between my legs.

I grab onto the railing and limp down the stairs faster, fuck, it feels like someone took my legs apart and stitched them back together. Don't get me wrong, last night was amazing-beyond amazing even.

But maybe we should have stopped after round one?

No

You're right.

I let out a light groan when I step onto the tiles beneath the stairs, but the smell of Seb's amazing cooking fills my senses. I hate boosting his ego so I'd never actually tell him this but he's the best cook ever.

The food he makes literally tastes like a slice of heaven.

I wal-limp. You limp towards the kitchen. Right... I limp towards the kitchen and when I see his back towards me as he flips a pancake I smile.

Smiling through the pain?

My eyes fall to all his tattoos and then the marks of my nails running down his back from last night, but that's not the point.

"How was the bath?" He asks as I grab onto the edge of the kitchen island and jump onto it, to spare my legs.

I grab a strawberry from the bowl of cut fruits he put out on the kitchen island beside me, when he turns around to face me I just can't help how my eyes droop down and I take in the sight of his naked torso right in front of me.

I can't believe this man is all mine...

He turns off the stove's heat before setting a plate beside the bowl of fruits, I toss the strawberry into my mouth and raise an eyebrow when he takes a deep breath.

He walks towards me and lightly places his hands on my thighs, "what's wrong?" I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him to me, placing my arms around his neck and leaning forward to rest my forehead against his.

"I have to go to Spain," he pauses and looks me in the eye, "before tonight."

Hmm, how about no?

My eyebrows furrow, but he just got here. "Nico got into trouble," he rolls his eyes at that part because we all know that when Nico gets bored his favourite thing to do is something dumb as hell.

"Is he okay?" I ask, as much as I say I hate him he's still one of my best friends.

Seb nods and I let out a sigh of relief, I bite down on my bottom lip as I look at his hands running up and down my thighs slowly.

I don't have any other shows or photoshoots for a while if I actually think about it... So that technically means I could go with him, I could just stay at his house, no danger at all.

He has no reason to say no.

I was about to talk but it was as if he knew what I was going to say so he spoke before I could, "it's dangerous Abby, no." His gorgeous eyes narrow and I scoff before picking up a blueberry from the bowl.

"I have a psycho boyfriend, I think I'll be okay," I give him a cocky grin and he raises an eyebrow. I toss the blueberry into my mouth and shrug, what? It's true, with him I doubt anyone will get a hand on me.

My eyes widen when he grabs my thighs and yanks me closer, "boyfriend?" he asks, the corner of his lip tilting up as I sigh. Of course that's the only part he heard.

I nod, "you're mine Seb," I pause and lean closer to him until our lips are less than an inch apart. My eyes flickering from his to his lips as I speak, "all mine baby."

I give his lips a small peck, "and you have serious separation issues," I place my lips on his again and when I go to pull back to make another point he just pulls me back to kiss the shit out of me.

What about the foo-shut up.

I was just saying the foo-no one likes you

But the foo-don't make me turn you off

You know what, fine.

Good.

"I guess I could take yo-" he couldn't even finish his sentence before I squealed and threw my arms around him. Here I come Spain.

Just don't end up in jail again...

His hands snake around my waist as he nuzzles his face against my neck, "if you think this got you out of eating, you're wrong, ángel." He whispers into my ear and I let out a groan, and to think I almost got away with it.

"I'm not hungry," I murmured against his shoulder. I actually am, I won't even lie. But I hate throwing up so I don't want to take the chance of eating in the first place. It's a bad habit, I know.

My eyes flutter shut when I feel one of his hands slide under my shirt and slowly slide up my back, "a few bites, Ximena." I felt kisses being placed along my jaw and before I could say otherwise he pulled back away from me.

I let out a whine when he pours some maple syrup onto the pancake and stabs a strawberry onto the fork before breaking the pancake, he brings the fork towards my lips but I glare at him.

He almost glares back as if he's daring me not to comply, but I open my mouth and take the damn pancake.

Glaring at him with a taunting look when some maple syrup drips down my bottom lip as he pulls the fork out of my mouth, I turn around a bit looking for a tissue.

But before I could grab one I felt his hand grab onto my jaw and force my eyes to meet his again, I couldn't even react as he leaned forward and moved his lips towards mine. I freeze as I feel him lightly kiss me just to suck my bottom lip.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as his hand slowly slides down and lightly wraps around my neck.

When I feel his tongue slide against my lip I grab onto the counter edge as butterflies swarm my stomach, but before I could deepen the kiss he pulled back, breaking more of the pancake as if he didn't just do that.

Heat rises to my cheeks as I smack his bicep, "we're leaving for the jet in an hour," he ignores my lame excuse for a glare with a knowing smirk on his lips.

Asshole.