I stared at him for a while before I spoke.
“Do you promise not to get mad if I tell you?”
“Where were you besides the clinic?” He asked, his face curious and serious.
I pouted a little, getting a little nervous over what I did when we already had a talk about this.
We were finally having some time together without thinking of anything besides each other. But that has to be ruined.
“Sabrina,” he called, sounding a bit impatient now.
I sighed and surrendered.
“Promise me first you’d see the reason for this and not get mad. At least not with Sebastian.”
“Sebastian?” He sat up with the realization, looking a little mad with his brows still furrowed.
Oh my.
“Why–I told him not–“ I took his hand to stop him and sat up as well.
“Promise me, please. I have a reason.”
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