Cecilia's pov
I pressed my lips together, saying nothing.
After what felt like an eternity of awkward silence, I finally sighed.
"Sebastian, can you not treat me like I'm under house arrest? I'm not going to hurl myself down the stairs just to get out of this."
Sebastian pulled me into his arms.
"Don't say things like that," he murmured. "I'm here because I want to take care of you. This is new for me too. I don't have a rulebook, but I'm doing my best. Just… give me a little grace, okay?"
There was a note of vulnerability in his voice I'd never heard before.
His tenderness slipped right past my guard. It was soft, but I felt it.
I looked up at him.
Our faces were close. Then he kissed me.
It started slow, almost careful, but it didn't stay that way.
His
