I’m just about to lock up when the door swings open. Celine had left earlier after we finished the pizza, saying they needed her at the Winter Wonderland project.
Sebastian’s here again. A part of me acknowledge the way my heart reacts to seeing him, but I shove it down, too afraid I might say something I shouldn’t. Or maybe… I’m just not ready to forgive him yet.
He steps inside, looking at me. “I didn’t like how we left things this morning.”
I exhale and turn away. “Sebastian, I don’t have the energy for this right now.”
“You don’t have to talk, just listen.”
I should tell him to leave. I should shut the door on whatever this is before it spirals into something I can’t control. But I don’t.
I lean against the counter, arms crossed defensively. “Fine. Talk.”
He hesitates, running a
