“But,I don’t want to pressure you. I want you to feel safe with me. And I understand if you don’t feel that way yet.”
“I’ve always felt safe with you,” I huffed out. Against my own free will, my neck tilted to the side as his teeth scraped over my flesh.
“Okay. Then I want you to trust me again.” His lips traveled upwards, trailing tiny kisses along my jawline.
I squeezed my legs together as tight as humanly possible.
“I do trust you. You just really, really hurt me, Seb. And it took me a while to figure out if I could forgive it,” I forced out amidst a cataclysmic rush of lust.
“Well?” He pulled back, pushing his forehead into my temple. “Did you?”
“Yes. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”
He nodded, his cerulean eyes level with mine. “I knew it the moment I woke up in the infirmary and you were there. I just don’t thinkyouknew it until more recently.”
My lungs drew in a blast of air when his hands found my face, cupping my cheeks and making me dread what was about to come next even more.
“Seb—”
His voice was no more than a gravelly breath. “No pressure, but when you decide you're ready, I would love to show you just how sorry I am, and just how much I’ve missed you.”
With the expulsion of words, he released me, leaving my skin feeling incredibly bare.
“Wait.” As he stood up to leave, I held onto his wrist, pulling his attention back to me. “I need to tell you something.”
He tucked his hands in the pockets of his leathers, his full curiosity settled upon me.
When all I could do was fiddle with my thumbs, he asked, “What?”
Unease combined with blatant apprehension smacked me in the face, removing my ability to speak. “I—I…”
Sebastian stepped forward, his brows lowering. “Maeve?”
My eyes were already sobbing wet when they raised. “Sawyer and I?—”
Sebastian's entire being went rigid. “Sawyer and youwhat?”
Frozen was the blood in my veins. Solid was the air in my lungs.
“Maeve…You're scaring me.”
“Kissed,” I blurted and dropped my head again, it being much too heavy to hold.
The utter silence made me wonder if Sebastian had left, but he was waiting for my eyes to meet him once more before opening his mouth.
“When?”
“The night of my party.”
“Where?”
“My room.”
“So when I asked you if something was going on with Sawyer?—”
“It wasn’t.”
His eyes narrowed.
