"What was that?"
Sarah's voice came out lower than she expected.
Not loud. Not angry. But not calm either.
Something sat underneath it—sharp, unsettled, dangerously close to something she didn't want to name. For all she knows she don't want to be owned, she doesn't want to be claimed, not in such a manner
Sebastian didn't answer immediately.
His hand was still on her waist.
Still there. Like it belonged there.
Like he had no intention of taking it away. He held in stubbornly
People were still moving around them, laughter drifting through the air, conversations overlapping—but none of it reached them.
It felt like they were standing in the middle of everything…
And completely alone. He finally looked down at her. Really looked.
And for a second, Sarah forgot how to breathe.
Because whatever was in his eyes now—
It wasn't calm. It wasn't controlled.
It was something darker. It was something deep, like a wide expanse of ocean.
Something that made her stomach tighten.
