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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Sebastian knew there was nothing to get angry about, but he couldn’t hide the disappointment. He trusted Aven though he knew how hard it must have been for her to tell him this. His intent wasn’t to judge her, and he struggled to push out the image of her and Sebastian out of his mind, only soothed by her words that there was nothing there. He could never imagine that Aven would hurt him in that way, nor put herself through so much trouble again.<br/>
“Well, it’s a shit ton to process.” His right arm crossed over his chest, gripping his bicep in an attempt to keep his mood tempered. It was the only thing he could do himself, though usually it was Aven’s arms wrapped across his chest. Their fights were limited and even when they did argue, he could only last so long before he broke under the flighty kisses she dotted against his chin and finally his lips. A smile would crack the hard surface and he’d stare down at her, falling in love with her all over again. It was that love, the way that Aven looked at him that made it quite clear he should have nothing to worry about.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">So why was he treating her differently? He sighed out and leaned forward, pulling her toward him. He could sense she was scared by how sensitive she was to his touch. He didn’t want Heaven to ever feel like she couldn't be honest with him, which she was.<br/>
<i>"I still want you to come today, Seb. I want you to see where I work, how things are different. There's no Rafael and I. I'm with you, I feel for you and he's married with a kid. It's not like before."</i><br/>
He stared down at their interlocking fingers, his thumb brushing against the side of her hand.<br/>
“He was also engaged with a baby on the way,” he grumbled before flickering his light eyes up toward Aven. He cracked a small grin and tugged her more into his frame, so her head rested against his shoulder. “Of course, I’ll be there for you. If – if you're happy working, there even with him then I have to be okay with it. I’d never make you choose between me and cooking.” Sebastian leaned in and brushed his nose against hers. “I know you'd choose cooking,” he teased. His hand roamed over her backside briefly before his hand rested against her cheek, unbeknownst to him in the same place that Rafael’s hands had been. Had he left a mark there would’ve been a distinctive difference in size. “I love you Aven.” Sebastian was much sterner in his final statements. He leaned in to kiss her, his palm spreading up toward her back before coiling through her blonde strands at the nape of her neck, still tangled from sleep he figured.</span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">He groaned trailing his nose against her neck and downward, inhaling the clean scent of her body wash. Had he any energy he would’ve gone further, but he could tell that Aven was worried about something else, probably the opening and she had the weight of telling him about Rafael that had been on her mind.</span></div>