Chapter 8: Two Days Later

When I tried to leave the next day and have him take me to a police station, he begs me to stay another day.  Apparently, he doesn’t like his aunt, and with me there, at least he has someone to talk to that doesn’t think he is wasting his inheritance.  “Sebastian, listen to me.  If your dad knew how you are spending his hard-earned money, he would roll over in his grave.  He would be disgusted with you, especially when he found out what you do with these women at the parties you frequent.  I just don’t know about you Sebastian.” I catch a glimpse of her rolling her eyes at me when I overhear their conversation.

After I sit down on the couch by Sebastian and wait for their conversation to be over, I study him.   His long dark hair ends just above his shoulders and looks so soft this evening that I just want to run my fingers through it.  Last night, I slept in his room, or shall I say we stayed in the bedroo