'I should say something,' I thought, pressing my lips together, and I balled my fist on my lap.
'But what should I say? I had ruined his entire night with my nervous breakdown. Should I apologise to him first, or should I thank him for saving me? But what if he asks for an explanation for what happened? It's not what if; it's when. He will ask for an explanation. It's the most logical thing to do. But when he does, can I... can I tell him anything?'
I let out a shaky breath and bit my inner cheek.
'With all that has happened, he... he deserves to know. It wouldn't be fair to hide it from him. I'll have to talk, but... but I don't want to...'
My eyes remained glued to my lap and I shifted in my spot. Sebastian stared at me from the corner of his eyes, and his body was tensed, as if
