"That's impressive," I admitted.
His smile turned playful. "As you said, I'm good at everything."
Please stop saying that!
He added more steak to my plate, a slow smile playing on his lips. "You'll want your energy, Cecilia. I do value... stamina."
I choked on my water, my face flushing.
"Cecilia," he asked innocently, handing me a napkin, "why are you so flustered about treating my wrist?"
I wanted to disappear.
After dinner, Sebastian carried me back to the bedroom and presented me with a professional-grade ice pack along with his injured wrist.
I stared at the ice pack for three long seconds.
Taking his hand, I pressed the cold compress against his wrist, my fingers trembling slightly against his skin.
The contrast between the ice's chill and his body heat sent strange sensati
