As she looked up at him through lowered lashes, Sebastian’s blood began to heat.
He’d held off and held back, wanting to earn her trust, to convince her she could and should do something other than what she’d been working toward.
Mission accomplished.
But that hadn’t been the only reason he’d held back. He’d thought he could keep a part of himself separate. That he could stay emotionally uninvolved, so that when she left, it wouldn’t hurt. But she’d blown that all to hell tonight, with her grand plan and her unquestioning faith that he could pull it off. No matter what, it was going to cut him off at the knees when she walked away. So he’d take what she offered, give them what they’d both wanted from the start.
Very deliberately, he set his coffee aside and slipped her mug from her fin
