The room is silent, except for the soft sound of Sebastian’s breathing, still trying to steady itself. He’s lying on his back, one arm thrown above his head, while you lie on your side, observing the outline of the muscles on his chest and abdomen.

He notices your gaze and lets out a low chuckle. "What exactly are you studying?" he asks in that husky tone. Then, turning his face toward you with a lazy smile, he runs his hand through your hair, brushing a strand away from your face.