Sebastian POV
The cold night air hit my face the moment we pushed through the heavy glass doors of Bistro Lumière. Elliot leaned heavily into my side, his shoulder brushing my arm as we moved across the concrete pavement toward the private lane where my SUV sat idling.
"Keep moving, sweetheart," I muttered, my hand sliding down to grip his elbow to keep his balance steady. "We're almost to the car."
"My legs feel like lead," Elliot gasped, his breath hitching as another wave of internal heat rolled through him. "Every step feels like walking through quicksand, Sebastian..."
"I've got you," I told him, my eyes scanning the dark street. "Just focus on breathing."
Across the street, a dozen flashbulbs went off in the dark, the paparazzi snapping photos of our exit for the mor
