Chapter 51

• Sarena
• I’d put Emme to bed and was curled under my covers, trying to read, but all I could think about was Sebastian. His broad arms and salt-and-pepper hair always looked both in place and disheveled. The way his lopsided grin reached his eyes and made the blue irises shine with fevered magnetism. I traced the edge of my lips where I swore I could still feel the heat of his mouth on mine.
• Three weeks had passed since I’d seen him. Our conversations during that time had consisted of a few texts here and there, all limited to details about Emme.