Chapter 10

SEBASTIAN

“What are you talking about?” she whimpers from beneath me, and I grind my teeth, furious at how even her voice affects my thinking.

I should not be feeling this way

She might be Peggy

She might be hiding things from me.

So, why is she making me feel a way no one else has?

I pull back from her and walk over to my study table where I had brought her to as I bite my lip.

“We have dinner this evening,” I say, trying to cover up my impulsive act. I look back when she doesn’t respond, and I see her still pinned to the wall. Though she looks scared, she’s still looking like an angel.

Diego picked that dress, and even though I had argued that it was too mature for her, I never knew she’d have the features to fill the dress. All the while, she was covered in that oversized sweater; she looked like a child.

But now…

Now that I can see just how feminine she is, I can’t think straight—and for the