❄ Sebastian ❄
I didn’t count the first dinner as our first. It had been a promise I owed Camille, not something I claimed. We had eaten at Oak Steakhouse, laughed a little, and I had taken her home. It was good, but I had kept it boxed up, like if I didn’t label it, it couldn’t change me.
Now we were dating.
Properly. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Words that sounded simple until you tried to live them in a town like Everford. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it in the open. The decision hit me on Monday morning while I stood in my office staring at a calendar full of work I could handle with my eyes closed. This wasn’t like that. This was a risk. This was Camille. I picked up my phone and called Oak Steakhouse.
“Oak Steakhouse,” the hostess answered.
“This is Sebastian Pierc
