His cocky expression that I love so much appears. He grabs the pen out of the drawer and slides down on the couch, tugging me with him.

We watch episode after episode, laughing, screaming at the screen at times, and having a great discussion about different business aspects.

The last episode finishes, and the screen switches to the ball dropping in Times Square. There are five minutes until midnight.

Sebastian jumps off the couch. He refills our champagne flutes, then sets them on the side table. He reaches for me, and I allow him to help me off the couch.

He palms my cheek and drags his thumb over my lips.

I close my eyes, forgetting about all our issues and enjoying being under his spell again.

He kisses my eyes and murmurs, "This has been the best New Year's Eve ever."

I open my eyes and smile. "I agree."

He clinks my glass, we take a sip, and a new song blares from the speakers. He takes my flute out of my hand, sets them down, and circles his arm around my waist.

Our bodies collide together and effortlessly sway to the music. We dance the remaining minutes until the countdown, then shout, "Happy New Year!" when the clock strikes midnight.

Sebastian's hand slides through my hair. He gently tugs on it and leans over my mouth. Zings fly all over my body, mimicking the fireworks going off across the Dallas skyline. Our breaths merge, and he closes the gap between us.

His lips and tongue slowly caress mine until we're a fire out of control, burning everything in its path, only to gain more intensity.

Before I know it, I'm in his room. Our clothes come off as the sky bursts with colors, lighting up his chiseled features and intense gaze.

Then I'm on top of him, straddling his hips, taking all of him in me as fast as I can.

He groans as I shudder. He tightens his grasp around me, kissing me with a renewed passion, letting me ride him until I'm a quivering mess.

Then he flips me to the mattress, cages his body over mine, and murmurs against my lips, "You're still mine."

I nod, tearing up, not thinking about any consequences and wanting it to be true. I palm his ass, pulling him to me as soon as he thrusts backward. Within minutes, we're coming, violently trembling against the other. It's faster than normal, but it's as if our bodies can't hold back, unable to stop the reaction the other creates.

In the aftermath, he rolls onto his back, bringing me into his arms. We say nothing, and I'm almost asleep when I hear him murmur, "I love you, Sunshine."

It's so faint, I question if he really said it. I keep my eyes shut, bury my face into his neck, and reply, "I love you too."

He tightens his arms around me, and states, "You've never said that to me before."