Goodness. It was his b***r.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she could feel her face flushing. Sebastian’s hand paused in mid-air with the cereal box, and he seemed equally startled by their closeness.
“Amelia…” he whispered, his voice low and strained. She didn’t respond, still caught in the awkward awareness of what was happening.
Her heart raced, conflicted between embarrassment, curiosity, and something else—something that made her want to stay in this very position, feeling his body heat enveloping her.
Sebastian inhaled sharply, trying to compose himself, but his body betrayed him, pressing a little closer against her.
She swallowed hard, trying to control her erratic breathing. “I… I think I can take it from here,” she finally murmured, but her voice lacked conviction.
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