Little Black Book(79)

“We’re going to be late,” he whispered.

I nodded, letting him pull me toward Mr. Martin and Kyle.





“Jonathon Hale,” the dean called over the microphone.

The closer he got to the name Harris, the more nervous I became.

Looking up into the stands, I smiled at Sebastian, Kyle and Trish—flashing our secret wave. I’d done it. I’d gone to school and I’d finished the first two years at tech. After that, I’d be moving onto Cornell University for my master’s degree.

“Rosslyn Harris.”

I moved toward the stage. When I took my diploma and shook hands with the dean, I could hear Sebastian’s cheer above the applause.

After the ceremony, the crowd was clearing out and we made our way to the car.

“I’m so proud of you, Roz.” Kyle threw his arm around my shoulder.

His was taller than me now, had been for the last year. He was turning out to be such a good kid, and did well in school. Not to mention his art, which was already being sold in a few select galleries New York City. Kyle was amazing—strong for such a young age, and I couldn’t help but feel pride over playing a major part in raising him.

“Yes. We need to celebrate,” Sebastian said.

“I don’t know. I kind of just want to go home, pop some popcorn, and watch a movie,” I replied.

We all walked to the car in conversation, and when I started to get in, Sebastian pulled me to the side.

I tugged at my black dress and smiled up at him. His eyes devoured me and memories of all the times he’d loved me came rushing back.

“You look beautiful,” he said, running a single finger down my bare arm.

“Thank you.”

“I’m so proud of you, Rosslyn,” he grinned.

“Well, thank you, sir. It makes me happy to please you,” I said, as I playfully flirted.

“Is that so?” he flirted back.

“Yes.”

“So you’d do anything to make me happy then?”

I loved how frisky he was being. It was never boring with Sebastian. He kept me on my toes and made each day an adventure.

“Absolutely.”

“Then in that case, I have a new proposal for you.” His smile was so big, his adorable dimples were making an appearance.

I couldn’t help myself, I giggled. “Oh really? What kind of proposal?

He moved in, his unique scent swarming all around me. Pulling me closer, he cupped my face with his hands and stared into my eyes. “My name’s Sebastian Black, and I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you…”





The Fucking End…