CHAPTER 63
SEBASTIAN’S POV
I stepped into my room, and closed the door behind me with a soft click.
The silence I had walked into was calming, almost comforting. But my mind was far from that kind of calm.
It was still stuck—stuck on Amelia.
I took off my suit jacket and tossed it onto the bed, then unstrapped my wristwatch and placed it on the nightstand.
The day had been satisfactory, but it had left its mark on me physically.
My body moved on autopilot as I walked into my closet, but just as I turned on the lights, my eyes fell on the full-length mirror.
On my own reflection staring back.
I came to a halt, staring. Why couldn’t I get her out of my head?
I had watched her before. Studied her. I had to, it was necessary, and she had always been an open book to me. But
