Chapter 20
Harper woke to sunlight streaming through unfamiliar windows and the disorienting realization that she was alone in Sebastian's bed.
They had not slept together, at least not in that way. After the kiss last night, Sebastian had pulled back, his forehead resting against hers, his breath ragged.
"Not like this," he had whispered. "Not when you have had wine, and we are both operating on confession and adrenaline. When this happens, I want you to be sure."
So instead, they had stayed up talking until nearly three in the morning, curled up on opposite ends of the couch like teenagers afraid to get too close. Harper had told him about her failed architecture projects, her dreams for the Adriatic, and the way she still missed her aunt every single day. Sebastian had talked about
