Sebastien's POV
The afternoon dragged on.
I had done push-ups until my arms felt as though they were on fire. Mira was still hidden under my hoodie, her eyes stuck on her phone. The screen glow highlighted the dark circles under her eyes.
Every few minutes, her thumb would tap the screen of her phone. She would frown, delete whatever she was writing, and start again.
I counted each push-up, doing my best not to look at her. I had refused to acknowledge that my suite, my space, now smelled of her lavender soap and a nervous energy that I couldn’t place.
“Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, si…xty.”
My chest hurt as I landed on the floor.
A sharp gasp sounded from the couch area.
I glanced over; Mira was staring at her phone as if it just knocked her out.
“What?” The question came out of my mo
