As if it wasn't bad enough that Kat grilled me over every detail of my life, now I had to go over this with my big brother. I probably should have been grateful that Kat was too preoccupied with Sebastian kissing me and the scene between him and Gary, to notice I was holding back on her. I still hadn't gotten around to telling her what happened with Sam after the bachelorette party. I knew she wasn't going to let me get away with it forever, but at least I could get through one embarrassing story at a time.
"No, we are not seeing each other, or anything else. He kissed me, as you know. That's it, nothing more. I don't even know why he kissed me since he has no interest in me," I sighed, trying not to sound like I wished it wasn't true.
"He isn't going to kiss you if he isn't interested, babygirl. That's not how guys are. It's what he's interested in that has me concerned. Sebastian Michelson doesn't do relationships, you know that, right?"
"That's good because I don't want a relationship."
Matt raised both eyebrows and I knew immediately what he was thinking.
"Or anything else," I added, to put him at ease. I just hoped he wouldn't hear about me leaving the bachelorette party early to meet some random stripper. I may be a grown woman, but that was not how he saw me. He was not going to give up his role as overprotective big brother easily.
After Matt was satisfied there wasn't anything going on between Sebastian and me, he let me leave and went back inside to see our father about something. Kat had a kid's birthday photo shoot, so she would be out of the house all afternoon. If I was lucky, she would be exhausted and zone out with her full DVR like she usually did after a long shoot.
Kat was an awesome photographer. She didn't much care about doing kids or weddings, but they paid the bills. She really wanted to do nature and wildlife or some shit like that. As a journalist, it was great to have a best friend who was a photographer. Sometimes it made the difference whether or not the editor accepted my story.
The house was quiet when I got in. Kat left dishes all over the kitchen. No shocker there, she was not the domestic type. What was a surprise however, was the reason for the mess. Set in the middle of the table was a cake, frosted in chocolate, with a squiggly 'Cake of Truth' piped on top in pink.
The 'cake of truth' was something Kat and I started we were twelve. I was pretty sure I was the idiot who started it when she wouldn't tell me the name of the boy she liked in seventh grade. She said she really wanted a piece of cake when we were on the phone, but she was grounded and couldn't go to the store. I made the cake, wrote 'Cake of Truth' on it and snuck it to her window.
Ever since, we'd been using the cake when one of us felt like the other was holding out about something. So seeing the cake sitting there, I knew she was going to want to talk about the other night.
I had a long wait ahead of me though. I took a lengthy bath, trying to relax myself before I had to once again delve into my world of embarrassment, watched some tv, and spent some quality time with the love of my life-- my fat orange tabby, Jasper. Snuggled up on the sofa in my pajamas with Jasper and my Grandmother's old quilt was the best place in the whole world.
I must have dozed off a little before I heard the key on the lock and Kat slumping down exhausted into the chair near the sofa. I parted my lashes slowly trying to see if I could get away with sleeping. I knew I'd have to tell her eventually, but if I could get one more day, I was certainly going to try.
"Don't think I don't know you're awake, Lexi. You are not going one more night without telling me everything," she grumbled, kicking her shoes to the floor and tossing her phone on the coffee table.
She was tired from work but she was not going to let me get away with putting her off any longer. I took a deep breath and got up to cut the cake.
***
"Are you serious? He
"No, we are not seeing each other, or anything else. He kissed me, as you know. That's it, nothing more. I don't even know why he kissed me since he has no interest in me," I sighed, trying not to sound like I wished it wasn't true.
"He isn't going to kiss you if he isn't interested, babygirl. That's not how guys are. It's what he's interested in that has me concerned. Sebastian Michelson doesn't do relationships, you know that, right?"
"That's good because I don't want a relationship."
Matt raised both eyebrows and I knew immediately what he was thinking.
"Or anything else," I added, to put him at ease. I just hoped he wouldn't hear about me leaving the bachelorette party early to meet some random stripper. I may be a grown woman, but that was not how he saw me. He was not going to give up his role as overprotective big brother easily.
After Matt was satisfied there wasn't anything going on between Sebastian and me, he let me leave and went back inside to see our father about something. Kat had a kid's birthday photo shoot, so she would be out of the house all afternoon. If I was lucky, she would be exhausted and zone out with her full DVR like she usually did after a long shoot.
Kat was an awesome photographer. She didn't much care about doing kids or weddings, but they paid the bills. She really wanted to do nature and wildlife or some shit like that. As a journalist, it was great to have a best friend who was a photographer. Sometimes it made the difference whether or not the editor accepted my story.
The house was quiet when I got in. Kat left dishes all over the kitchen. No shocker there, she was not the domestic type. What was a surprise however, was the reason for the mess. Set in the middle of the table was a cake, frosted in chocolate, with a squiggly 'Cake of Truth' piped on top in pink.
The 'cake of truth' was something Kat and I started we were twelve. I was pretty sure I was the idiot who started it when she wouldn't tell me the name of the boy she liked in seventh grade. She said she really wanted a piece of cake when we were on the phone, but she was grounded and couldn't go to the store. I made the cake, wrote 'Cake of Truth' on it and snuck it to her window.
Ever since, we'd been using the cake when one of us felt like the other was holding out about something. So seeing the cake sitting there, I knew she was going to want to talk about the other night.
I had a long wait ahead of me though. I took a lengthy bath, trying to relax myself before I had to once again delve into my world of embarrassment, watched some tv, and spent some quality time with the love of my life-- my fat orange tabby, Jasper. Snuggled up on the sofa in my pajamas with Jasper and my Grandmother's old quilt was the best place in the whole world.
I must have dozed off a little before I heard the key on the lock and Kat slumping down exhausted into the chair near the sofa. I parted my lashes slowly trying to see if I could get away with sleeping. I knew I'd have to tell her eventually, but if I could get one more day, I was certainly going to try.
"Don't think I don't know you're awake, Lexi. You are not going one more night without telling me everything," she grumbled, kicking her shoes to the floor and tossing her phone on the coffee table.
She was tired from work but she was not going to let me get away with putting her off any longer. I took a deep breath and got up to cut the cake.
***
"Are you serious? He
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