14
sebastian
“Welcome to myhumble abode,” I exclaimed,running down the steps of my porch to greet Tabby and Greyson.
“It’sso small,” Greyson grumbled, getting out of the car and looking up at my housewith enough disgust to set the thing on fire.
“Whatthe hell were you expecting, the Taj Mahal?” I asked with an eye roll.
Ireally wanted to hug them, after not seeing them for a few days. It had weirdedme out, to feel so alone without their company, after only having it for ashort period of time. And it wasn’t exactly the best company a guy could get,if I’m being honest. But good or not, it felt real, and that was better than anytype of company I could get from random chicks.
Still,I didn’t hug them. Instead I offered Greyson an awkward shoulder slap, andTabby denied me the air-kiss I attempted by hurrying away.Whatever.
“Benice, Grey,” she reprimanded lightly. “It’s very nice of Sebastian to let usstay here for the next couple of days.”
“Yes,it is,” I agreed, grabbing their bags from the trunk of Tabby’s car. “I’mpractically a saint, really.”
Withoutany reply, I led them into the house and to their rooms. It was only a four-bedroomhouse, with the third room converted into a drum studio and the fourth used forstorage, so I gave Greyson the choice of bunking with Tabby or taking thecouch. I figured there wasn’t any chance of him wanting to share with me, and Iwas certain Hell would freeze over before I ever got Tabby into my bed.
“Great.I came all the way here to sleep on a freakin’ couch,” Greyson grumbled,crossing his arms and scowling.
“Dude,I haven’t even shown you the couch I’m talking about yet,” I pointed out,leading him toward the basement door.
Tabbyfollowed as I brought him to the basement den, or what some would call a mancave. A sixty-inch TV and a shelf of video game consoles was the first thingyou saw as you came down the steps, followed by the large, leather sectional,complete with the biggest fucking lounge I could find at one end. It was bigenough for me, at six-three, to lay on comfortably, so Greyson would have noproblem.
WhenI turned to assess his reaction, I saw his wide-eyed enthusiasm as he wanderedover to the bar and refrigerator.
“Istocked the fridge with snacks and drinks. There’s also a microwave behind thebar over there.” I smirked, dropping his suitcase on the floor in front of thecushioned ottoman. “Does this suit you, Your Highness?”
“Uh… this is okay,” he muttered, but the expression on his face told me it wasmore than okay. He was impressed, and dare I say it, happy.
“Justwait until you see my drum studio,” I told him, jumping my brows and winking.“You can play whenever the fuck you want without bothering the old battle-axeover here.”
“Hey,”Tabby growled from behind me, and I turned to grin at her. “And by the way,there better not be any alcohol in that bar.”
“What?”I dropped my jaw. “You mean tequila and vodka weren’t a good idea?”
“Sebastian,”she gritted through her teeth.
Witha snicker, I rolled my eyes. “You must think I’m a fucking idiot, Thumbelina,”I said, nudging her toward the stairs. “I saved all the booze for us.”
“Ha-ha,”she drawled. “Greyson, I’m going to let Sebastian show me my room. Are you okaydown here?”
Turningback to look at him, he was already in the fridge and pulling out a can ofsoda. “Uh-huh,” he murmured before heading to the couch and dropping down.
“Remote’son the seat next to you.” I pointed, and he nodded absentmindedly. Turning backto Tabby, I chuckled under my breath. “I think he’s fine.”
Headingup the two flights of stairs to the second floor of the house, I grimaced whenwe reached the hallway.
“Okay,”I announced, pushing open the first door. “This is your room. I know it isn’tanything fancy like whatever swanky five-star hotel that dude wanted to put youup in, but … Well, you can check it out.”
Witha sigh, Tabby entered the room. I waited in the doorway, as she took in theKing-sized bed, complete with the new bedspread I had my mom help me pick out.She ran her hand over the mountain of pillows and turned around to face the TVon the opposite wall, hanging above the dresser now topped with a fresh bouquetof flowers.
“Sebastian,”she uttered, her voice tight as she walked toward the vase of brightly coloredtulips. “Did you actually get me flowers?”
“Wouldyou call me a presumptuous dick if I said yes?” I cocked a brow as she lookedtoward me.
“No,”she replied, shaking her head. “I would say that’s very sweet and thoughtful ofyou. They’re beautiful, thank you.”
