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That of course, piqued my curiosity and made me want to ask even more than ever

Before I could stopabout, Sebastian?”

CHAPTER SEVEN - SEBASTIAN

Her question caught uard and I knew I couldn't tell her what I was thinking; that she was beautiful, that she was strong like her father, and that she blew me away in every way Despite the fact that it was all true, it felt like it would be a bit creepy to say out loud

Considering the fact that I was her father's best friend and ay too old to be entertaining such thoughts about her, I decided I should keep my admiration to myself

“That you rehts to so more appropriate for the situation “And your mother You have the best of both of the to me”

I'd never had children of retted that decision In hter as I was likely ever going to get, but it felt incredibly weird to think of her like that She was a young wo wo on her nonstop And I could seedoith someone like her

My history omen had been rocky, to say the least Jessica wasn't the first clingy, needy, and emotionally unstable ex from my past I see I was completely at a loss to explain

Maybe it was my fault Maybe I was just attracted to those types of woht – fake boobs, fake lips, fake tan, blonde hair, you name it Not that I found all that fakeness more beautiful than natural beauty, it's just women like Violet always scared me off She was too s male, that scared the crap out of me

Up until now, that was Because Violet wasn't scary Nothing about her was scary

She looked down at her hands, so she'd always done when put in an unco not to say soirl, but as I witnessed at the restaurant recently, she could stand up for herself and others if push came to shove There was a backbone of steel inside of her and she wasn't one to take shit from anybody

Watching her stare down at her hands like that unnerved me, because she shouldn't be unco to make her unco in my power to make her feel safe

“What's wrong, Violet?” I asked

“Nothing,” she said, biting her lip and continuing to stare at her hands as she picked at the polish on her thumb nail

“What are you thinking?” I pressed