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My fingers turn clammy with nerves as I try to come up with a name; any name would do at this point, just that it’s not his.
“Umm… Buffalo Springfield?”
There is a beat of silence. I expect Sebastian to call my bluff, but he just huffs.
“Not what I was going for, but okay.” And is there a note of disappointment that I hear in his voice? “C’mon, again. You’ll have to practice more so your shifts are quicker.”
“Yeah, okay…”
Happy that this conversation is behind us, I focus my attention on playing the same two chords over and over again until the shift is smooth.
I graze my teeth over my lower lip, looking over my shoulder. “How was that?”
Sebastian is quiet momentarily, but I can feel his gaze on me. It’s so intense it’s making my skin burn.
“That was great,” Sebastian whispers, his voice rough. He lifts his hand, his knuckles skimming over my cheekbone as he pushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. His warm touch sends a shiver down my spine.
He must feel it too, because he lets out a soft groan, his heart thundering so fast that I can feel it against my back. I can sense his eyes stray to my mouth. My tongue darts out, sliding over my lower lip, his fingers digging into my skin as he leans closer…
“Birdy…”
My name is a silent plea.
A curse and a caress all in one.
His hand turns, cupping my cheek.
He’s going to kiss me.
The thought comes out of nowhere, as my heart kicks up a notch, my heartbeat echoing in my eardrums as my palms turn sweaty with nerves.
Sebastian Black is going to kiss me.
His free hand touches mine, fingers wrapping around my wrist.
He moves closer, his lips brushing against mine, if only barely, his fingers sliding under the band of my bracelet and over my scar.
It’s only then that I realize what we were about to do. I jerk back.
Abort, abort, abort.
“I think I should go home,” I say suddenly, getting to my feet and, in the process, bumping into the coffee table.
I let out a soft yelp as the pain spreads through my leg.
“Are you okay?”
Great, at this point, I’ll be a walking-talking bruise around this man.
“Fine,” I bite out.
Turning around, I shove the guitar into his arms, keeping my head low. “Thank you for teaching me. It was fun.”
And overly stimulating, but who counts, right?
“Henry, time to go home.”
Henry joins me quickly, and I grab the harness handle before picking up my backpack from the couch next to me.
