Elliot POV
I was holding the reader so tightly that my fingers hurt. The gold light on the screen just kept pulsing, refusing to fade. Sebastian was standing in front of me, his chest moving up and down in slow, deliberate breaths. The smell of cedar in the bathroom was overwhelming, thick enough to make breathing a struggle.
He did not look at my face at first; his eyes remained glued to the glowing device in my hand.
I took a slow step back into the bedroom, my knees trembling beneath my weight. "Hubby," I whispered softly.
Sebastian followed me out of the bathroom, moving with an animalistic, fluid grace. His boots made no sound against the silk rug. When he finally lifted his gaze to mine, the sheer intensity in his eyes made my breath catch. The composed executive he usu
