Sebastian and I were close, so close that my nose twitched at the soft fragrance of detergent on his tank top. My legs were pressed against his, and his skin touching mine sent tingles running through me. His hand was still holding my wrist, and I yanked it out.
"What was that for?" I frowned, scooting to the other end of the sofa and crossing my arms over my chest.
'He could have told me instead of grabbing me. What if I had fallen on his lap? No, I shouldn't think of that. It's too weird and awkward to even think of that.'
"I'm sorry, but I didn't want you to leave without saying what was on your mind." Sebastian apologised, turning a little bit to look at me. "So what do you want to tell me?"
"Oh," I mumbled and dropped my arms.
"I just wanted to apologise about Tiffany today.
