Emilia's POV
Sebastian lifted his eyebrow, looking insufferably smug.
I felt my face burn hotter. I covered my eyes with one hand, though I could still see his infuriatingly perfect body through the gaps between my fingers. "Well, it looks like you learned arrogance from me. Congratulations! And I learned not to knock from you."
I fled back to my room before he could respond, slamming the door behind me.
God, that body should be illegal.
After my shower, I cracked open the door cautiously. Sebastian was sprawling on the couch in nothing but shorts, reading a financial magazine like some kind of underwear model who accidentally wandered into Forbes.
"We should exchange phone numbers," I blurted out, keeping my hand strategically positioned to block the view. Not that it
