The movie distracted me enough to keep it together. Even if it had failed, I would have done my best to play it cool because Seba watched me like a hawk. He was too quiet for my liking and he’d long abandoned his popcorn.
Toward the end of the movie he leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Did you ever try to give him a taste of his own medicine?”
I frowned and shook my head at him, not sure I understood what he had in mind.
“Make him jealous, dummy,” he mouthed.
“With whom?”
Sebastian huffed and pointed to himself. I wanted to laugh, but it died before I could let it out. For the first time since he’d arrived, I took a real look at Seba. He’d grown into a stunning young man. When he wasn’t grinning like a fool and acting like a three-year-old, he looked a couple of years older than h
