Evelyn
Spinning around the ball, dancing with Sebastian, and the beautiful sentiment it all brings is making my heart race faster than his F1 car.
“So, am I as bad a dancer as during the wedding?” He asks cheekily.
I shake my head but can’t stop the smile from forming. “You’re just fishing for compliments at this point, aren’t you?”
“So what if I am?”
“You’re absolutely the worst,” I tease him, still so stunned by this man and his audacity.
“Oh, please, you know you can’t resist me and my jokes.”
“If that helps you sleep at night.”
He chuckles, spinning me around, to my surprise. I burst out laughing at the move, before being dipped!
“What the hell?” I snicker. “Who are you, and what have you done with Sebastian Cain?”
He pulls me a little closer, though still keeping a respectab
