Cassandra~
Sebastian stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the sleek collar of his midnight-blue suit. The rich velvet caught the warm light of the room just right, highlighting the broadness of his shoulders, the fine cut of the jacket, and the way the fabric hugged his tall frame. His jet-black hair, always immaculately styled, fell just over his brows, giving him that frustratingly handsome, boyish charm that always made me want to either kiss him senseless… or punch him.
I sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing one of his silk shirts—crimson and far too big on me. My fingers were tangled in the hem, twisting the fabric, while I watched him with a small smile. God, he was beautiful. And worse? He knew it.
He smirked when he noticed me staring, that cocky little twitch of his lips.
"What?" he asked, turning to face me with a dramatic flourish of his jacket. "You look like you want to devour me."
I snorted. "You wish."
He winked. "I know."
