Sebastien’s POV
It wasn’t guns. It was camera flashes. The first flash hit me right in the face as the spinning doors threw us into a crowd of people and cameras outside of the hotel. Ugh, I actually hated this part wholeheartedly. Just few minutes after I'd told Mira to pack her bags…that her small suitcase, the flashes made the night sky bright and all messed up.
POP. POP. POP-POP…
“Head down, okay? Just... keep your eyes down.” I didn’t wait for her to answer because my hand had just ended up in her lower back like it was supposed to be there. Tap tap tap. My fingers drummed against it and it was a silent count to keep us both moving… Damn! I'm sure we’d broken one rule or something. Oh well! Whatever. “Look at my chest. Keep walking.”
Mira took a fast breath. “Your chest is…huge,”
