Viola didn't know how to escape Sebastian, who refused to let her go. He kept her lying on top of him, one arm wrapped firmly around her waist while his other hand held her wrist securely. It was still unbelievable that just one call from last night had been enough to mend the broken bridge between them and push them into what he called a friendship zone.
But what she didn't know yet was how many boundaries were allowed in this so-called friendship, for she didn't think it was appropriate for him to hold her on top of him on the bed like this. Did friends cuddle? She had never actually cuddled with anyone in such an intimate position where she could feel the hard plane of his body pressed against her front.
