You're the only friend I need.

"Ar..." Seb's voice said softly, his hand on my side carefully and cautiously. I stirred a little but didn't open my eyes, too tired because I had a hard time sleeping last night. I always slept bad when he wasn't there, but when we were fighting? It almost seemed impossible. I'd spent most of the night crying instead and now my eyes felt glued together. "I made you some coffee," He added when I didn't budge, determination in his tone which said a lot since usually I was the one who had to throw up the white flag and surrender first.

I finally opened my eyes, looking at him and blinking. "Thanks," I muttered under my breath as I lifted myself up a little, reaching for the cup and breaking eye contact. I wasn't mad anymore, more so hurt. 

"I'm sorry for tonight," He started, getting straight to the point and I was thankful for that. And surprised. "All the things I said, they came out wrong. I was tired and frustrated and I chose the worst way to say what I was thinking."

"But you still mean it, don't you?" I interrupted him, unable to resist. I thought about our conversation all night and he made valid points. Had I somehow become the trophy wife-girlfriend I never wanted to be? I mean, doing nothing and sitting around at home waiting for Seb wasn't me... and he knew that. 

"It's not that simple," He said quietly as he traced circles with his thumb on the blanket separating him from my skin. I wanted nothing more than to just crawl into his arms and forget last night had ever happened. I hated fighting, especially when I hardly ever got to see him as it was. But it wasn't that easy for me to give in unfortunately. I was stubborn as hell. "I never wanted you to move back to LA, it never crossed my mind, not even for a second. I love coming back home to you, knowing you're here waiting, but I also know how much it's costing you. I just want you happy babe."

I sipped my coffee slowly, nodding my head, "Okay." 

"In less than a month I'll be done filming and I'll be a lot more with you, we don't even have to stay here the whole time, but for now I have to work and you know how I get," He went on explaining while my eyes found the liquid in my mug, his words hard to hear since I had been living them for the past few months. Alone. "For now all I can tell you is that for these last weeks I'll try to make more time for you, you can come to the set everytime you want and then I'll take you away for two weeks. Just...I hate fighting with you just like I hate seeing you unhappy. Tell me what to do and I will." 

My eyes flicked up to find his, the vulnerability in his words showing on his handsome face. Sometimes I forgot that he was human and made mistakes; mostly he was such a perfectionist and the most independent person I had ever met. He was stubborn and never took no for an answer, never owned up to it when he was wrong... Those rare moment when he did? I was always taken by surprise. "Come here," I replied in a soft tone and let my eyes flicker over to his side of the bed which was untouched. He wasn't joking about sleeping on the couch, if he even did get any sleep at all. His body moved over to his side and I wasted not another second, wrapping my arms around him and embracing him in a hug. My way of saying I was sorry too, plus I really needed to feel his body against mine to know that we were really okay. "I just miss you," I added, closing my eyes while I took in his scent, the feel of him in my arms. I truly loved everything about him, he kept me grounded and made me feel things I couldn't even put into words. We were opposites, but we worked. 

"I miss you too," He responded and let his arms wrap tightly around me. 

"You were right though... I've become a loser," I pulled my head back to look at him, wrinkling my nose when he frowned.   

He shook his head, "I never said those words Ar."

"But it's true. I've color coordinated the clothes in our closet, taken up knitting and have read about ten books since we've moved here," I admitted. "Either that qualifies me as a loser or an old lady and I'd prefer to be called the first over the latter. All I'm missing is a house full of cats."

He looked up at me and took a few seconds to try to read the expression on my face, trying to tell if I was joking or being serious. "No cats please," He said seriously and watched as she smallest smile curved my pink lips, making him relax instantly. "There's nothing wrong with reading, actually I think it's really good. Same for knitting, as long as you'll make me a sweater sooner or later." 

I raised one eyebrow at him, slowly, as I cuddled closer to him if possible, "You're leaving out coordinating clothes." 

"That was a little too much," He admitted, even though now it was a lot easier for the both of us to find our clothes. 

"See?" I retorted and sighed, draping an arm over his stomach.

He reached for my chin, lifting it up with his index finger to gently force me to look at him. "Ar, I don't care what you do, if it makes you happy. Do you want to knit? Do you want to read? Do you want to stare at a wall? You can do anything as long as you're good with it," He explained quietly before pressing a small kiss on my lips, "I'll support you no matter what."

I bored my eyes into his, believing his words and feeling my heart swell since this man was so amazing and all mine. "Got it," I said quietly.

"You can go to LA for a week, like...a little vacation," He suggested. 

I frowned, not sure why we kept going back to this topic, "Why do you want to ship me to LA?"

He smiled a little at my choice of words, shaking his head, "If it was for me, you wouldn't go anywhere. I'm trying to come up with ideas to keep you happy and distracted until I'm done here," He said simply as he let his arm tighten around me, our bodies not able to get any closer than this and that made me feel safe, like we could overcome anything. 

"If I'm not mistaken, you're not going to be much longer..." I trailed off, trying to read his reaction to my words since lately he hadn't been saying too much about the movie other than how he was upset with this and that or that it wasn't going as planned. Honestly, with Seb I had no idea what that meant. 

"I hope so," He said vaguely and I forced myself not to groan, not wanting to ruin this moment and push him to tell me more. 

I nodded my head, "I've been thinking about what to do with myself."

He grinned and lifted an eyebrow, "And?"

"And maybe I'll start reading the scripts my dad has sent me," I shrugged, at least one of them had to be promising. Maybe my dad didn't find me the best roles always, but he was trying. "But I don't have to fly back to LA to do that," I added, wanting him to know that I was still supporting him and his work. It got hard at times, sure, but I was still here for him. 

"I'll support you no matter what," He repeated and a small smirk played on my lips.

"What if I wanted to get into exotic dancing?"

His soft lips curved into a smirk that matched mine, his body relaxed since the mood had changed and we were done fighting. "As long as I get my own private show..." He trailed off as he tilted his head down to nuzzle my neck and press a kiss behind my ear.

I shivered and tangled my leg with his, "Maybe I should get into burlesque instead." I pulled my head back to look at the expression on his handsome face which had to say more than his words, "Such a jealous boyfriend I have." I chuckled before setting my head on his chest again.

"I'm not, I said nothing!" He protested since he claimed that he was never jealous. I was his, what was there to be jealous of?

"You didn't need to," I said, my tone dripping amusement because if we were being honest? He hated the idea of men looking at me.

He squeezed me against him, "We're getting sidetracked here."

"What were we talking about?" I asked in a whisper, my body relaxing in his hold as I closed my eyes. 

"You were saying that you're ready to go back to acting," He answered simply. 

I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, not sure I wanted to have this deep of a talk right now. Talking about our future never went over well. I'd much rather lay in my mans arms and enjoy his presence. "It won't hurt to see what offers there are," I replied quietly.

"You haven't looked?" He asked and even though my eyes were shut, I could picture the look on his face; skeptical. While Seb went over every detail possible, I was the opposite and went with the flow. The idea of getting scripts in the mail and not reading them? It probably sounded foreign to him since it after all was my job. 

"One was a Woody Allen. Pass," I wrinkled my nose, that man was bizarre. I'd met him on a couple occasions and he was just plain weird. I opened my eyes when Seb started laughing. "What?"

"Nothing," He shook his head but I know that he had something on his mind. "Who else?"

"What are you thinking instead?" I gave him a look and lifted an eyebrow.

He shrugged slowly and let out a small breath, "You should take chances. Go outside of your comfort zone."

Ugh, there it was. "Just because my last movie was a romcom, it doesn't make me the queen of cheesy movies," I replied. That would be my sister... she was fast on her way to becoming the next Mila Kunis, one bad movie decision after another.   

"I never said you are," He pointed out quietly, not wanting to fight again.

"Then what are you saying?" I asked and narrowed my eyes on him, curious where he was going with this.

He shrugged, "That sometimes doing something different or something you didn't think you'd do it's a good thing."

I raised one eyebrow slowly, "So you're basically telling me to take the one with Woody Allen."

He shook his head and offered a smile, "No, you should take the one that you like the most. If it's a new kind of role, it will be even better." 

I pursed my lips together, blinking as Seb moved his hand up and down my back mindlessly, "It still sound like you're telling me what movie to take."

"Ar, if you don't want to know my opinion then just don't ask me what I'm thinking," He sighed quietly, sounding like he was bordering on annoyance. Talking about work always did this to us. 

"I always want to know your opinion instead," I retorted quickly, hiding my face against the nook of his neck and inhaling his scent as I shut my eyes, knowing that if I said the wrong thing one more time our day would be ruined. Again. 

"But you never agree with it," He said back and I grinned, resisting the urge to laugh.

"We're complete opposites and that's why we work," I said seriously, pulling my head back to let our eyes meet again. My grin was still in place as I looked at the man I loved, "Do you think you could ever be with a girl who plans out everything and just wants to work all the time?"

"Our schedules would work better," He joked back. "And I wouldn't have to spend so much time planning everything."

"My craziness keeps you sane instead," I wrinkled my nose at his words and shifted myself onto his lap, straddling him so I could get a better view of his flawless looks. 

"Oh god," He muttered under his breath and smirked, running his hands up and down my thighs as he took his time to look at how silly I was being right now. 

I furrowed my eyebrows, setting my palms on his hard chest before making fists into his t-shirt, "What?"

"If I'm the sane one, we're fucked," He sighed, shaking his head but keeping an amused expression in place. 

At his words, I let out a soft laugh, the truth was I could never be with anyone else. Maybe we were fucked, but I was in love and that was all that mattered to me. "We're both a little crazy," I said before lowering myself to press my chest against his, my hands sliding behind his neck.

"Just a little," He agreed and smirked, wrapping both arms around my body as he kissed my nose.

I looked up at him, wrinkling it, "How long before you have to go to work?" 

"I took the day off," He answered, almost looking nervous about the decision. "I'm taking you out for lunch."

I widened my eyes, the surprise showing on my face, "Is this a date?"

He nodded his head slowly and dropped his hands down to cup my ass, "Yes."

"Can I wear a dress?" I pressed, wanting more details but still wanting to be surprised. I was a woman of mixed emotions, never knowing what I want... the only thing I was ever positive of was Seb. 

He shrugged his shoulders and grinned, "You can wear whatever you want to wear."

"Pajamas?" I grinned back and pressed a chaste kiss against his lip, letting my eyes linger on his while I pulled my head back. 

"You wouldn't be caught dead in public wearing pajamas," He retorted, knowing me too well. 

"Only because I sleep naked and don't have any pajamas," I winked, the mood between us so easy I didn't want to ruin it. 

He let his eyes travel down my body, taking in the shirt I had worn to bed that was long enough to cover all of my goods. "What's that then?" He asked, raising one eyebrow at me when our eyes met again.

I shrugged and a small pout appeared on my lips, "I slept alone and didn't have my man to keep me warm." 

Seb let out another long sigh, lifting himself in a sitting position and wrapping his arms around my waist, "At least you got some sleep," He said back, making me wonder if it was a joke or if I should feel bad about our fight. 

"Not really," I retorted flatly, having a restless night myself. 

"I'll keep you more than warm tonight," He smiled at me as he kissed up my neck slowly, goosebumps spreading across my skin, "You'll be really hot."

"Maybe we should skip lunch and dinner and jump straight for bedtime..." I bit into my bottom lip as my nipples hardened at the mere thought of him naked. And inside of me. Maybe it was a joke, but if he were to take me up on the offer? I wouldn't be complaining. 

He laughed against my skin and I resisted the urge to shiver, "It's not even noon yet Ar."

"We could spend the day in bed," I ran a hand up the back of his neck and then tangled my fingers in his hair which was a complete mess, like he'd been running his fingers through it all night. He had to be beating himself up over our fight and the thought of him afraid of losing me kind of killed me. 

He pulled his head back and I missed his lips on me instantly, "Are you trying to get out of going on a date with me?"

I shook my head and moved my hands to his chest, "I can't wait for it instead." 

"Are you sure?" He asked, more to tease me than anything. I never missed a chance at dates since they rarely ever happened. 

I nodded as I bit down on my lip, my fingers brushing against his skin, "Yes I am. I'll be a good girl and let you take me out."

"Thanks," He said with a smile on his soft lips and kissed me before patting my ass, "Come on, we better get ready."

I shot him a smirk as I propped myself up on my knees, setting both hands on his shoulders for support. "Are we late on your schedule already?" I asked in a teasing tone before standing up and walking to the huge wardrobe, my head turned in his direction to look at him.

He shook his head, sitting on the bed a few more moments as he watched me, "No, I didn't plan anything." 

I widened my eyes in fake shock then broke into a huge grin, "I'm shocked. What happened to my boyfriend?" I went on teasing him as I started looking at the dress section.

"He fucked up," He said simply. 

I tossed my head over my shoulder once more to look at Seb, he looked tired and drained. "Are you sure you're up for going out? We can take a nap and then do dinner instead," I said with a small frown playing on my lips.

He stood up and walked over to where I was standing, my hands still holding on to two separate dresses. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he shook his head, "Pick something to wear."

"Do we have enough time to shower?" I smirked at him, a naughty glint in my eye which he seemed to notice and cracked a grin over. 

"If we shower now, we definitely won't make it out of the house until dinner time," He retorted and dropped his hands from my body, pressing another slap against my ass. "I like the black one."

I looked at the section of black dresses and then back at him, "Which one?"

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, "Any. They all look the same."

"They do not!" I pulled two out and held them up to compare them, "This is a maxi dress while this one is an airplane dress."

He raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms over my chest, obviously having no interest in my choice of clothes. "What?" He asked finally.

I held the mini dress up to me, "If I bend over in this one, you'll see the cockpit."

He kept his eyebrow in place, "Then go for the other one."

I stared at him as he walked to the bathroom, slowly disappearing. "The maxi dress? But I'll look like I'm going to a funeral!" I protested from where I was. 

"Wear whatever you want as long as no one can see your underwear," He said seriously, loud enough for me to hear before the water started running.

I peeked my head into the bathroom and looked at him through the reflection of the mirror, a big grin on my face while he brushed his teeth. "Who said I'll wear any?" I questioned as I heard him groan. "Such a possessive boyfriend," I chuckled to myself, pretty amused as I walked back into the bedroom and peeled the shirt I had on from my body. I tossed it aside and grabbed a matching bra and thong, putting them on one at a time.

"When will you show me the scripts you got?" Seb asked as he reentered the room.

I glanced at him with a serious face, "I thought we said no work today."

He took his t-shirt off and reached for a blue crisp shirt, about to open his mouth when his phone rang and cut him off. I kept my eyes on him, expecting him to take the call but he ignored it instead, surprising me. "No work today," He nodded and smiled, even though it was a little forced, buttoning his shirt.

I smiled at him and the effort he was making, walking closer to him to push his hands aside and finish buttoning his shirt for him. "You could've taken the call," I said quietly, wanting him to know that I wouldn't have gotten mad. Maybe a little annoyed, but not mad.

"I made a promise to you and I plan on carrying it out," He responded as I finished with the last button, leaning my chest against his and kissing him carefully. His hand grasped my hip while the other found my ass and cupped it, "Finish getting dressed."

"Afraid you won't be able to resist me much longer?" I smirked as I pulled away regretfully, grabbing the long dress from off the bed and pulling it on over my head. I pulled my hair to one side and gave my back to Seb, "Zip me up?"

He shook his head as a grin made its way onto his face, his body moving closer to mine until we were only inches apart. "It's taken a lot of practice," He yanked my zipper up and stood there while I turned to face him again.

"Resisting me? I don't like the sound of that," I faked a pout, turning on my heels to go over to the bathroom and get ready as fast as possible. 

"You know I'm bad at resisting you," He kept talking.

"How come?" I asked with amusement, putting my toothbrush back in its place and wiping my mouth. 

"I have no idea. It might be because you're so gorgeous and sexy," He said as he walked into the bathroom, his eyes taking in my body then focusing on my face. "You don't need all that make up." 

"You should stick to the compliments instead," I retorted as I shot him a glance before closing one eye to draw a black line on its top lid, my precision was impressive.

Seb leaned a shoulder against the door frame, still keeping his eyes on me and it made me want to blush. The attraction between the two of us was strong, but it was a lot more than that. He was more than just a boyfriend, he literally completed me. It was one of those in-explainable feelings. "I'm just saying that you're already so naturally beautiful that you can't possibly make yourself better."

A small grin played on my lips as I repeated the motion on my other eye, "Where is all this flattery coming from?"

"Once a girl told me that to compliments you simply answer with a thank you," He said back, remembering my own words and using them against me as he smirked.

"She must've been a genius," I retorted and smiled, setting the eyeliner down once I was finished with it. I looked at my reflection and then let my eyes move beside me to meet Seb's. A gorgeous smile still played on his lips, making him look so tempting. Later on we'd make up for our fight, but right now? I had to settle on one kiss. 

He shrugged his shoulders, "I guess so."

"You guess so, huh?" My smile spread into a huge grin as I turned my body into his hold, setting my hands on his collar and pulling him closer for that kiss. One kiss would never be enough, but I'd never get tired of kissing this man. 

He kissed me back hard, his hard body pressing against me as his hands slid down to grasp my hips. "Are you ready?" He asked with his lips still pressed to mine, my eyes opening to look into his. 

I pulled back and nodded, "Carry me?"

"You're pushing your luck babe," He reached for my hand and lead the way to the door. 

"Where are we going?" I asked as we walked down the stairs, all the way to the front door. I reached for my purse which was still where I left it the night before, sliding it onto my other arm since I wasn't ready to let go of Seb just yet.  

"I don't know," He explained nonchalantly with a shrug, giving me a side glance, "I told you, I made no plans for today."

I furrowed my eyebrows together as we walked out of our home, a genuinely surprised expression appearing on my face, "I thought you weren't serious."

At that he broke into a small grin, squeezing my hand, "You say I'm always serious instead, so I was."

I rolled my eyes but still let a grin play on my lips for how silly he was acting, "What are we going to do now?!" 

"Anything we want," He answered simply. "I'm hungry, so I guess lunch."

I nodded my head slowly, "Agreed."

We stopped next to his car and he grinned, amused by this situation but maybe even freaking out inside. This was so unlike him, but it was cute nonetheless. "Car or feet?" He asked, the weather not exactly the best but at least there was the sun and we wouldn't freeze.

"Car," I answered, pursing my lips together and looking at him with big eyes.

He cracked a smirk, "You're right, we should take a walk to enjoy our time together better."

I bit back my own smirk, not wanting to say it out loud, but he was being adorable. "Are you trying to trick me into working out instead?" I lifted an eyebrow at him and kept close, so close that I could smell the cologne he'd just put on. 

"There's time for that later," He replied and I hoped he meant sex. If he meant a hike or taking me to the gym? It'd be a major disappointment. 

"I can't wait," I said quietly, using my free hand to grab onto his arm. There was something about this man that left me vulnerable, almost needy. I was constantly afraid that I'd never get enough of him and become the dependent kind of girl he despised. 

He looked down at me in amusement, "What are you thinking about?"

"Can't you read my mind yet?" I shot him an innocent look before smiling wide. 

His head was already shaking, "Never."

"Good. I have to keep some things to myself," I replied, realizing that besides the scripts, I told him everything. I never had someone in my life who I trusted so fully. Most people let me down or told my secrets to magazines who were willing to pay the right price. But Seb? He loved me and just wanted to be with me. That was enough for him... I was enough for him. 

"Never instead," He retorted, his own face getting serious. 

I pressed my body against his side as we started walking even thought we had no destination. "You know everything instead silly man," I said back softly, looking up at him with my eyes full of love.

"I better," He glanced down at me and couldn't help smiling. 

I rolled my eyes a little, nudging his side as I ignored him, "I'm not trying to be obsessive, but where are we going?" 

"What if I say it's all up to you?" He asked back slowly. 

I broke into a huge grin, "Give me your phone, I have to make a reservation." 

"Don't you have your own?" He said with an eyebrow raised as he slipped his free hand into the pocket of his jeans before frowning. "I left it home." 

I laughed at his mortified expression, "You'll survive without it, as long as you're with me."

He smirked eventually, "I hope so."

 

I faked a hurt expression, "Don't you trust me?" I eyed him as a weary look appeared on his handsome face, "Hey!"

"I trust you instead," He replied and smiled finally, still not looking completely relaxed. It was like the universe was testing him and throwing every possible obstacle in his direction. Honestly, besides when he was naked? Seb always had his phone on him.

"You better," I said playfully, not quite sure which direction to take when we came to the end of the road. Recently I'd taken up jogging and usually ran through the park, but I was starving and decided to head towards town. "Are you hungry?" I broke the silence that had fallen between us, knowing that Seb had skipped dinner last night. Unless he ate after our fight, but he probably chose to lose himself in work instead. I knew my man and the things he did to keep his mind busy. As annoying as his strong work ethic might be, I really did admire it.

He shrugged his shoulders, "I can eat."

"You make me worry about you," I frowned, not wanting to get into it and cause another fight... But it was true. He wasn't sleeping or eating regularly and that scared me.

"What's to worry about me?" He asked with a brow raised, squeezing my hand as we walked only god knew to where.

I broke eye contact in favor of letting them wander around, afraid I might've taken the wrong turn and gotten us lost. "You don't eat enough. Or sleep," I answered with a shrug.

"I'm getting too skinny and you don't like me anymore?" H asked back, making a joke about it since maybe it really was nothing. I just wanted the best for him and he was mine to worry about... so worry I did. 

"That's not the case," I wrinkled my nose, still leading the way to nowhere in particular. 

"There's no case at all," He pointed out.

I pulled at his arm, deciding to take a left turn suddenly and dragging him along with me, "Can't I worry about you?" I peeked up at him, my face all scrunched up and waiting for his answer. 
He smirked wide at my expression, "I'm a big man, I can take care of myself."

"I know that," I grinned, his smirk so damn contagious. I preferred him this way over anything; that happy and content look on his gorgeous face. Maybe I was just being silly. "I like taking care of you though."

He stared at me for a moment before nodding his head, "You do."

"Not just sexually," I grinned wider before biting down on my lip. 

He let out a quiet laugh, it sounding like music to my ears, "Not just sexually indeed. Do you know where we're going?"

"It was your idea to walk instead of drive," I replied back and wrinkled my nose at him once more, being silly since yes, I was pretty sure we were lost.

He shook his head but his smirk remained in place thankfully, "We're lost, aren't we?"

"We're on an adventure baby," I smiled at him genuinely, not really caring where we were. I was just happy to have him all to myself.  

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me against his side, letting me adjust against his body as we walked, "Is this your idea of adventure?" I could hear the amusement in his tone, not saying a word as he took control of the situation and lead us in the other direction.

"Adventure can be everywhere," I said faking a serious expression. "What's your idea? Neverending walks in the woods in reindeer company?" I asked back, breaking into a grin as I basically described one of our days in Norway.

"Yes but only the ones that scare my girlfriend." 

My mouth dropped open as I slapped his chest playfully, "I wasn't scared." 

"Yes you were," He nodded, keeping me close to him no matter how hard I was trying to pull away. I snorted, being silly. "Where are you going, we're here!" He laughed, caging me with his arms as he nodded to the restaurant just a few steps from us.

I finally stopped fighting him and set my hands on his chest, blinking, "I thought we were lost."

He kissed my forehead, my nose, then my lips where he lingered a few seconds, "You'll never get lost with me."

I let a smile play on my lips as I stared up at him, "We got lost in Norway instead." The amused expression returned to his handsome face as he slapped my ass gently. "You can't spank me in public!" I said with wide eyes, a smirk replacing my smile instantly. 

"Do you want to stand outside all day or go in and eat?" He asked instead, being a smartass. Playful, but still a smartass. 

"If we would've drove, we'd probably be finishing our meal right about now..." I trailed off and took his hand once more, leading the way inside. 

"My hands are already itching to spank you," He muttered under his breath while I grinned to myself. 

A young girl looked up at us as  we walked in and grinned, already holding two menus in her hand, "Will it be just the two of you joining us today?"

"Yes," I smiled back at her, letting her guide us to a table in another room. "Thank you," I added after we had been seated. She gave us a prompt nod and swiftly backed away, leaving us alone in the room. "I'm so hungry, I could eat a reindeer."

"Oh yeah? Are you paying for it too? I heard they're expensive," He smirked from ear to ear, letting his eyes scan the menu.

"I'm sure they are. Thank god my boyfriend will take care of that," I said nonchalantly and when he looked up at me, I was grinning as big as he was.

He leaned into me from across the table, "Your boyfriend is buying you lunch just to get something back later."

I shrugged it off, "Oh well. On a second thought I might have something else instead...I heard that reindeer don't come with mashed potatoes," I said, making him laugh before he closed the distance between us by pressing a kiss on my lips. 

"Are you ready to order silly girl?" He asked as h pulled back, leaning against his chair, "I suggest you to eat as much as you can because once I'll have you back in our bed there won't be time to eat."

I raised one eyebrow, "Because we'll both fall asleep?" I asked seriously before chuckling, his words turning me on but I hid it well.

"You're the silliest." He smirked, shaking his head, "I love it."

"And I love you," I replied back, clasping my hands together in front of me and setting my chin against them. 

"Is this the part where you start getting cheesy?" He raised an eyebrow at me and I grinned, biting down on my bottom lip to conceal it or at least attempt to. 

I shook my head, "You started it instead. My heads still in the gutter after what you said."

He let out a sigh but kept smirking at me, "I can't seem to do anything right today."

"You do plenty well instead," I winked at him and straightened up in my seat as the waitress returned. 

"Have you two decided on anything yet?" She asked cheerfully. 

I nodded my head, "I'll have the filet mignon and a side salad."

"T-bone steak and a salad for me," He said quietly and waited for the girl to write our orders down before walking away.

"My man loves a good steak," I smirked at him.

Seb raised one eyebrow at me, giving me an amused look, "I love real food. A filet mignon is barely an apetizer."

"Because I'm a delicate girl and you're a cave man," I shrugged nonchalantly, struggling not to grin.

"You're not so delicate or you wouldn't survive me," He allowed himself to grin wide as he stared at me.

I scrunched up my face, "Being your girlfriend is a hard job, but someone has to do it."

"I know," He admitted with a smirk, because even though we were just joking there was a lot of truth in my words and he knew it. Honestly though? I loved my man the way he was. Opposites really did attract. "But you get a good pay."

I cocked an eyebrow and leaned into the table, "Oh do I?"

"With orgasms," He said with a straight face and I laughed. "Am I wrong?"

I shook my head and felt my skin flush lightly, "No, you're definitely right about that. I guess that I'm pretty lucky after all."

A snort escaped Seb, the silly way he was acting? I wanted to capture this moment and hold on to it forever. Making him happy was my favorite thing in the world.... I'd do anything to put a smile on his face. "Are you suggesting I stop? Since you're only pretty lucky?" He asked and I smiled again, my eyes dropping onto his lips. 

"I'm very lucky instead," I said sincerely. "And I'm not just saying that because I love multiple orgasms."

"Well that's good to know," He told me back and I bit into my lip to keep myself from kissing him, knowing I might never stop.

I shrugged nonchalantly, "It might surprise you, but I'm with you for more reasons than that hot body and the epic things you can do with it."

"In fact, it does surprise me." He nodded as he stared at me, leaning back against his chair, "But I'm glad to hear that."

I leaned further across the table, leaning on my forearms to be closer to my man. "Where are you trying to go with this?" I asked slowly with a silly smirk spreading on my lips.

"Nowhere," He answered simply but made sure that his smirk matched mine. 

"Lies." I wrinkled my nose in curiosity, "Tell me what you're thinking."

"I mean...I'm glad that you're with me for more than my body. I won't stay like this forever," He explained, keeping a straight face as he joked with me. He had to know that he'd be gorgeous for many more years to come. Looks like that didn't just go away... he kept getting better and better. 

I smirked again, this time bigger, "Thinking about your birthday already?"

At that, he groaned. A genuinely annoyed groan. "No," He cut me off shortly.

I sensed his mood and reached for his hand, smirk still in place, "Even when you'll be 40 or 50 you'll still be really hot and desirable, if that's what worries you."

He cocked his head to a side, holding my hand in his, "I was thinking more about 60 or 70. 80 even. I don't know if you'll still find me hot then."

"So that's what you're seeing in the future? Us together until you're 80?" I let out a soft laugh, amused by the nonsense conversation.

He stared at me as he lifted my hand to his mouth to kiss my knuckles, "At very least."