Sebastian
She’s been passed out for hours now. Her chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, her face turned to the side, strands of dark hair clinging to her flushed cheeks. I sit in the chair across from the bed, watching her.
I should’ve left her there, at that godforsaken bar. I should’ve walked away and let her deal with the mess she created. But instead, I’d carried her out like some tragic hero.
What the hell was she thinking?
I stand, my body tense, and start pacing the length of the room. My fists clench and unclench at my sides, and my jaw aches from how hard I’m grinding my teeth.
“What the f**k, Elizabeth?” I mutter to myself, running a hand through my hair. “What the f**k is going on with you?”
She stirs, her brows furrowing slightly before her eyes flutter open. F
