Pia smirked, and I choked on a laugh. Her face turned a shade of red, similar to her strawberry blonde hair.
Sebastian shook his head. “I don't even want to know.” He turned his body halfway and tossed the book into his room. The muscles of his torso tightened with the movement and I couldn't stop my wandering eyes.
“Alright, well, thanks again,” he said, fighting back a smug smirk that told me that he saw how I looked at him.
“Sure thing. See you later,” Pia replied, then started further down the hall.
Sebastian paled as he watched her slip into his friend's room. Flustered, he looked back towards me. “I'll be at your dorm around two to bring you to your meeting. I expect that you'll be there?” he asked coldly.
I nodded, my head bowing slightly as I turned and started off down the hall. This was pointless—he didn't want to talk to me, and I wasn't going to make him.
I only got a few yards before he called out for me. “Wait.”
“You don't need to walk me back,” I argued as I peered over my shoulder, expecting him to be behind me. But he was still standing in the doorway. Just waiting.
“I’m not. Come back.”
Though reluctant at first, I overlooked my hesitancy and marched back to meet him. He stepped aside, letting me into his room.
The layout of his bedchambers was similar to mine, but triple the size. The walls were a deep olive green, the color adding a moodiness to the atmosphere. Cherrywood moldingoutlined the ceiling from which a light fixture hung, leaving a soft yellow glow over the bed below it. His wardrobe and desk looked like mine, except stained a darker brown to match his bed frame. However, the most impressive part of his room was the remarkable bookshelf that covered the entire wall across from his bed.
I knew that Sebastian liked to read, but didn’t know he was so passionate about it. I had to stop myself from smirking. The thought of the king's head soldier having such an innocent hobby kind of turned me on.
No, Maeve. No it doesn’t. Stop it right now.
Sebastian shut the leaden door behind us then leaned back against it. Our gazes were glued to one another and I had to fight my eyes as they tried to roam his body.
I didn't know what to say. Having thought that he wouldn't want to talk to me, I didn't prepare for what I’d say if he did.
“Was there something you wanted to say?” I asked, my attitude shining through my words. I remembered his disregard for me when I got here, which ticked me off.
He clicked his tongue. “Yes.”
Silence.
I crossed my arms over my chest. “What is it then?”
“What's with the sass?” he deadpanned.
“I’m not being sassy.”
He snickered, biting his lip as his eyes met the ceiling.
“If you're going to keep me here, can you at least put a shirt on?”
“Why? Don't like the view?”
I sucked in a breath. I loved the view, but it certainly created feelings within me that I wished it wouldn't.
“Could you be any cockier?”
His muscular shoulder shrugged. “Yeah, probably.”
I scoffed and made for the doorway that he still blocked. There was no point in staying here if we were just going to banter back and forth. “Excuse me.”
His eyes softened as they met mine again, and I allowed them to calm the raging storm inside of me. “Hold on.”
Sebastian ruptured the tension by pushing off the door and strutting to his wardrobe, where he pulled a dark shirt over his head, tucking it into the band of his lounge pants. Then he approached me, letting out a deep sigh and adjusting his stance. “I don't want to keep doing or saying things that end with me having to apologize to you,” he confessed.
