Sleet Banshee by S.J. Tilly

CHAPTER FIVE

MEGHAN

Dear Diary,

I don’t even know where to begin. Tonight was… something. Kissing Sebastian LeBlanc was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I mean, obviously - you've witnessed all my make out sessions. But this one. Ugh. Pretty sure Honey Badger is still fanning off her lady parts.

Sebastian’s just so… fucking hot! But he’s more than just that. He’s tall, dark and handsome. Kidding. Well, not kidding, but you know what I mean. Even when he was torturing me, it was easy to be with him. Too easy. Normally there’s some awkwardness when I’m around a new person. There’s the weird silences and the boring small talk where you end up discussing the dumbest shit. But there was none of that tonight. Maybe it was the setting? Maybe the heightened fear made all that other bullshit fade away? I don’t even know how to describe it. It was just… right.

Which is a totally lame thing to think after one short evening together. One evening, not even a date. Plus, I’ve heard enough about Sebastian’s trail of broken hearts to know I shouldn’t read too much into this. He’s a “ladies' man”. Wait, do people even use that phrase anymore? Whatever, that’s probably why it was so easy to talk to him. He’s used to flirting. And kissing. Not that I’m judging. I like to date. I like sex. I’m no blushing virgin. Not for a long time. But hot damn! When he had his tongue down my throat, and his hand on my tit, he got me blushing. Everywhere.

So Diary, you need to remind me to not get attached. I’ll need to play it cool when he’s around. I mean, I know he’s interested. The python in his pants was a firm sign of his interest. And the kissing. And the tossing me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. Swoon.

Anyways, we stayed near each other for most of the night. I swear I wasn’t trying to cling to him, but I also wasn’t going to avoid him. I was pleasantly surprised when he asked for my number. I gave it to him, duh. Not that I expect him to call, but you never know. He also told me that I can call him Ash if I want… I’m not sure how I feel about that. I know that’s what people call him, friends and fans alike, but there’s something about calling him Sebastian. I like it. It feels special.

Omfg I want to punch myself for writing that!

Oh right, then there’s the whole “Banshee” thing. My friends get nicknames like Kitten and Sugar. And I get Banshee. #NotFair - I looked it up. Apparently, the real definition is a wailing, shrieking female spirit who warns of death. Oh fucking joy.

Most importantly, when Izzy went to the bathroom, I finally got my chance to corner Zach. I had like 2 minutes to lay out my plan, but he’s game. I knew he would be.

And I’ve decided to keep the Sebastian Situation to myself until Izzy admits that Zach is the man for her. But they’re way too perfect for each other, so that shouldn’t take long.

So in honor of all the budding lust, I’m dubbing this month Dick-tober. Fingers crossed I get some D, of the LeBlanc variety, in the near future!

XoxoX