Third-person POV
Sebastian leaned against the counter, watching as Scarlett cleared the plates and moved toward the sink. Her movements were precise, and he could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she was trying to focus on anything but him.
With a sly grin, he pushed himself off the counter and quietly walked up behind her. Sliding his hands around her waist, he felt her stiffen slightly before he pressed a soft kiss against the curve of her neck. Her skin was warm, and she jerked nervously at the unexpected touch.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice sharp but tinged with something else—something uncertain.
With a playful frown, Sebastian turned her slightly to face him, still keeping his hands at her waist. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he teased, his voice low
