Miranda's POV
I smile at Sebastian to try and convince him that I was never at that event five years ago. Sebastian narrows his gaze and places his hands on the counter beside me. He leans in and his nose hovers over mine.
My gaze drops to his lips. My heart pounds in my chest and if I didn’t know better, I think he could hear just how fast it races whenever he’s near.
“Are you certain?” he asks. My heart skips a beat. I nod. His body stays still, frozen in place, and it makes me want to cower inside my own body and hide.
There is something about being so close to him, after sharing many intimate moments and kisses with him, that makes me nervous. Before, I’d always felt so confident and allowed my anger to take control and butt heads with him.
Sebastian pushes himself off the counter
