The Perfect moment

"Impressed Yet?"

11: Frankie

"So, I know you can cook... but the real question is, do you have any taste?" I ask, a devilish smile forming my lips, which is only widened by Sebastian's obvious confusion.

"I don't know what you mean." He says, a hesitation about him, chipping away at his confident exterior ever so slightly. "You don't mean anything dirty do you?"

"What? No, Sebastian!" I say, punching him playfully as a bout of laughter escapes my lips.

"Well, you have to admit, that did sound slightly suggestive."

"I know that I'm hot, but honestly, could you think with your brain for a minute." I say dramatically, and watch as Sebastian scoffs and rolls his eyes in amusement.

"God, the confidence on you!"

"I'm not narcissistic, you're just not good at hiding my effect on you." I say with a shrug, enjoying the continued power struggle we have going on.

"Well, Frankie, neither are you." Sebastian says seductively, his fingertips grazing over my thigh strategically, making my breath hitch reactively.

"Hey, I'm serious now, that wasn't where I was going." I say, pouting slightly as I watch him tease my inner thigh before retreating back to my knee.

"Alright, I heard you. So what were you asking." He says, a genuine interest sparked within him, making me smile slightly.

"Well, it's clear you know food but do you know music?"

"Are you asking me if I have good taste in music, because I'd be offended that you'd think I didn't."

"Can never be too sure about these things baby." I say with a shrug, making Sebastian smile, as he leans forward so that our faces are only inches apart. He lingers there for a moment and I can smell his faded cologne from last night. He then kisses me, hard and fast on the lips, before pulling away and getting up from the couch, leaving me wanting more and shamelessly craving his touch.

I watch him as he walks into his bedroom, sighing and flopping back against the couch; exasperated by the effect he has on me and wishing I could control my bodies natural response to his presence.

Just as I've caught my breath, Sebastian returns with his phone in hand.

"Okay, let's see..." he starts as he crashes into the couch next to me, making me giggle at him. "What about some Sinatra? Maybe some Fleetwood Mac -or actually, I think you be an Etta James kind of sound."

"Etta James? How old are you?" I say playfully, secretly respecting his well rounded selection.

"Hey, newer artists are great but nothing beats that classic older sound! You want some New Orleans Jazz? I got you, The Crusaders will deliver. Classic rock? The Velvet Underground's an obvious go to." He says as he scrolls through his playlist, showing me the screen as he does.

"I hear you, I approve." I say smiling, as he starts playing a song and looks up at me, a sparkle in his eye.

"Okay, now dance with me."

"Dance with you? This songs a little slow Sebastian." I say hesitantly, as he stands up, out stretching his hand to me.

"Oh come on, it's a perfect tempo, not too fast but still a solid beat!" He says, starting to sway his hips at me, making me giggle in disbelief. I take his hand, our palms coming together perfectly, and he pulls me up instantly. Our bodies crush together and I feel his free hand roam down to my back, guiding my hips with his.

Our bodies pressed against each other makes me feel alive, and he starts to hum along to the song, his head nuzzled in my neck delicately. His breath is warm and calming against my skin, and I start to move naturally to the familiar tune.