I ended up in Sebastian's bed again. His right hand was flung careless around my waist, I could feel his gentle snores on my neck. Gently, I adjusted my body facing him, I had to turn carefully so I wouldn't wake him up. My husband was snoring gently, with his chest heaving up and down. He looked so innocent and beautiful. This was a different Sebastian, different from what the world thinks he is and the man that was fast becoming a pivotal point in my life. Severally, I had to remind myself that this was all a game to Sebastian because, in situations where I had mentioned or talked about our marriage, he never failed to mention it was a contracted marriage.
I reached out to brush an errant strand of hair that was on his face. Sebastian's hand gripped my wrist.
"What are you doing Mrs C
