The One Awakened: Book 1 in The One Trilogy by Alexandra North Page B

OK with that?” he frowns at me inquisitively, lifting my favourite red and white striped mug to his mouth - my cup of tea.  
    “Urgghh!” he sputters after a big gulp, handing me back the mug. “I forgot you have sugar in yours.” His face wrinkles in disgust. It served him right.
    “Maybe you should get your own, next time,” I mutter, going to the sink to pour the offending tea away.Is he kidding me? What an arse-hole. I can’t believe he even mentioned Meg. Well two can play at that game. “Chris seems nice too? I’ll need to get to know him better, now that he’s staying at yours.”  
    One look at Seb’s face and I know that I’ve touched a nerve, and its had the reaction I’d hoped it would, even if he isn’t sure of it yet and its warms me smugly. If he were jealous about that then he wouldn’t want Chris to be my first since Niall - or Leo; or worse yet, Niall again. He doesn’t need to know it probably wouldn’t be any of them. Chris and Niall, not a chance. Leo highly unlikely, but the jury’s still out.
    I can’t be around him any longer though, not with this stagnant uncomfortable banter and I need to get out of his vicinity right now, before I jump him - no sex for nearly a year and lets face it nearly a decade of crap sex, meant that a quick fumble without release, with someone who knows what they’re doing is like putting new batteries in the vibby and sticking it on full-blast - responsive much?  
    Grabbing my car keys and not waiting for a reaction from him I huff rudely. “Right, come on then, as I’ve got to pick up Finn. I haven’t got all day.”  
    I don’t wait to see if he is following, I know he is. I can feel his sheer presence at my back; it’s palpable. Everything is totally fucked up. As I lock the front door and we climb into the car together, I realise that he doesn’t appear to remember anything that happened between us last night, and I’m not sure whether what I am feeling is huge relief or massive disappointment.

     

    The drive to his house is shall we say, difficult. We both remain resolutely silent. I concentrate on the winding road ahead and he seems to have found the view out the passenger window, particularly interesting all of a sudden. Luckily he only lives ten minutes away from mine but those ten minutes feel like a lifetime though enable me the quiet time I need to put my plan in action.  
    I’ve barely pulled to a stop outside his house when he unclips his seatbelt, jumps out the car, slamming the door in his desperation to exit. It’s been a while since I’d been to his new home and hunching down I look out of the passenger window up at the imposing structure. It’s huge glass windows wink at us, like watchful eyes, hooded by the immense dormers that house them. The finished article was a masterpiece - a real piece of architectural design.
    As I watch him fumbling with his keys outside the car, I grab my phone and hurriedly locate his contact info, to create a new message.  
    It was now or never.  
    Last night had been a total disaster but it hadn’t been planned and what it had shown me, was…
    A) He was interested in me sexually!
    B) We were compatible, boy were we compatible!
    C) I had issues about my body that I just needed to get over, with someone I trusted.
    I’m bloody sure he could manage one night of passion with an old friend. He was willing to tumble almost anything in a skirt, surely he could help a girl out in need and be my fuck buddy?
    I type the words I’d been forming in my head all morning. The letters blur in front of me in my hurried fumbles. I’m keen to send the text quickly and see that he actually receives it. A quick glance up to see his whereabouts, tells me that Sebastian must have pressed a button on his keys, as the huge gates lurch into motion and they seamlessly open inwards into the curved driveway. He strolls through them and they begin to close. Quickly running my eyes over my typed message, and