Miranda
“Sebastian,” I breathe out, unable to get any other word out of my mouth. His eyes burn into mine. Being alone with him feels like a death sentence for my future actions.
Sebastian licks his lips and leans down. His face hovers over mine. I have to fight the urge to lean forward, to close the distance between us and finally put an end to the tension between us. I shouldn’t, though. I know I shouldn’t. The temptation is too great.
My heart pounds inside my chest and my lower stomach warms, floating up and down as his gaze travels my body.
“What are you doing?” I push the words out in a breathy whisper. My eyes droop, my eyelids feeling heavy.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, Sebastian pulls away from me, taking three backward steps, a small smirk growing on his face.
I place my ha
