I’m finally in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Dinner with Sebastian was… fine, I guess. Well, not really. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t comfortable either. It was awkward, and honestly, it kind of pissed me off. I kept waiting for him to say something, like really say something, but of course, he didn’t. Just that broody, unreadable face of his, like he’s a got a thousand things going on in his head but won’t let me in on even one of them. Typical.
But I know better than to trust those feelings. It’s too soon to forgive him. Way too soon.
And now here I am, trying to wind down, but my brain has other plans. It’s like the second I got into bed, all thoughts I’d been avoiding decided to gang up on me.
Of course, the main culprit is him.
I mean, the way he looked at me tonight… I don’t kn
