Capítulo 13: Chapter 13: Mugs & Kisses

Beatrice's POV.

“Are we going to have the talk?”

“What talk?”

“The fake–dating talk...,” Sebastian shifts his hands over the steering wheel. “How we met. Where I can touch you. Sleeping arrangements. You know…the fake-dating talk.”

His eyes stay so fixed on the road you’d think we were winding up a mountain in traffic during a blizzard. Rather, we travel in a straight line alone on the highway from New York toward the Hamptons. The sunshine is November thin: a barren landscape, the horizon endless, and a pale blue sky full with clouds that peak like meringue. Billy Joel croons through the speakers.

“You sound like an expert on this kind of talk. Are you a serial fake–dater?” I push my feet against the floor to sit up all the way.