His arm wrapped around my waist, yanking me against him.
His mouth slanted over mine, claiming, coaxing, devouring.
Outside, sunlight blazed, cicadas screamed.
Inside, it was just him--his mouth, his hands, the way he made my pulse trip and tumble like a drunk girl in high heels.
My breath hitched. My fingers curled in his shirt like they were holding on for dear life.
My spine arched. My knees forgot how to behave.
Knock knock!
The sudden rapping at the door startled me so badly I bit Sebastian's lip.
He flinched.
"s**t--sorry," I breathed, eyes wide.
Yet rather than anger, he merely frowned toward the door.
I pushed him away, embarrassed, and quickly fixed his shirt buttons before straightening my own clothes.
"Come in," he called, voice tight with irritation.
The door opene
