I can't help it any longer or stop myself. I close the distance between us and kiss her. Then continue kissing her until she's digging her fingers into my skull. Her body molds to mine, and all I can think is that she has to want me.

I murmur, "Don't worry, Sunshine. I'll give you your dream wedding."

She pulls back and then says, "No, you won't."

"Sure I will," I arrogantly claim.

She shakes her head. "You don't listen. My dream wedding will be with someone who adores me. Someone who loves me. And when I'm not under any false pretenses. I know you're not capable of those things."

My gut dives, and what she says sinks in. I want to deny it, but I blatantly told her I didn't believe in love, last night.

Do I?

No, I don't.

Maybe it would be different with her?

That's what I thought all the other times.

For the first time in my life, it hits me that I'm looking at a woman who isn't ever going to let me have her.

And it's my own damn fault.

Fifteen

GEORGIA

We return to the house, and Sebastian's quiet most of the night. When it's finally time for everyone to sleep, I go into the bedroom, get ready in the bathroom, and crawl into bed.

He joins me, but unlike the night before, he doesn't try anything. At four in the morning, I hear him get up, and I see the faint outline of him in his exercise clothes as he leaves.

I doze off until I hear the door creak again. I keep my eyes shut, hear him in the shower, and assume that he's going to leave, but he doesn't. He slides back into bed and scoots closer to me until his body is flush with mine. He secures his arm around my waist and takes a deep breath as if he's trying to inhale me.

My heart beats faster, and my pulse races. I don't move, keeping my eyes shut. I should tell him to return to his side of the bed, but I don't. Sebastian's body around mine feels right, yet I know it's wrong.

I'll elbow him if he tries any funny stuff.

Surprisingly, he doesn't try anything. Within a few minutes, his breathing pattern slows, and I realize he's sleeping.

When the clock hits six a.m., I gently pry myself out of his arms and sneak out of bed. I go into the bathroom, shower, and change. Then I prepare myself to tiptoe through the bedroom. I open the door and run right into him. I blurt out, "Oh, sorry."

He drags his eyes over my body, stating, "Morning, Sunshine."

Tingles pop up all over my skin. I reply, "Good morning. Did you sleep okay?"

"Eventually," he answers, drilling his blues into mine.