6
Zoey
I watched Sebastian’s retreating form and touched my fingertips against my lips. They were still wet from him, swollen and sore. I licked them, desperate to taste him once more.
Sebastian kissed me ran on repeat through my head as he snatched up the small pile of tools and disappeared in the distance. He kissed me. I didn’t do anything, but he kissed me.
What the hell did that mean?
Sebastian had done everything to prove to me he thought nothing of me. Sometimes he was angry, but most of the time, he was indifferent. He stayed away and kept to himself, which was fine because it was almost better than the dismissive look I usually got from him.
But he kissed me.
What the actual f**k?
He vanished from my line of sight, and I was finally able to look away from where he’d been.
