Sebastian set the shopping bags down and moved behind me without a word.
A moment later, I felt the gentle push of his hands, sending the swing into motion.
Every time I swung back, his palms caught my waist--steady, warm, and annoyingly perfect.
"I stopped by my parents' place earlier," he said casually.
My fingers curled around the swing's ropes a little tighter.
My body floated forward, but my heart? It dropped straight into my stomach.
On the next swing back, he caught me again--hands firm at my sides, close enough that I could feel his breath near my ear.
"I told my mother her precious goddaughter scared the hell out of my secretary," he murmured. "And maybe it was time she told Amara to back off."
I froze mid-swing and craned my neck to look at him, startled.
He leaned down
