Sebastian's POV.
Since that first conversation in Canaries, life interrupts Beatrice and I. As sure as day turns to night.
So of course we don't get to actually talk about what happens next because the pilot announces we're landing and to take a seat in the main cabin.
We emerge from the bedroom at the back of the plane to a waggle of Lucas' eyebrows, a grin from Gigi, and Lydia completely ignoring the entire tableau.
Beatrice grabs my hand. She tugs me toward two window seats that face one another.
"We are going to finish our conversation," I say it low so to keep at least the illusion of privacy.
Beatrice bites her lip. "Which one?"
I shift as my c*ck hardens in my pants.
"All of them," I murmur, "Especially the one we started back in that d*mn closet at Havenwood."