Chapter 18: Tight Spot

Chapter. 18

The cold morning air of Paris bit Maya's skin, giving her the cool relief which she needed. She tossed and turned on the soft mattress. Suddenly, her hands brushed against something solid, her fingers trailing upwards. Her brows furrowed, her eyes still shut. She felt the hair on it, making her feel a little bit uncomfortable as her fingers pressed on it.

Slowly, her lashes fluttered open, and her gaze landed directly on Sebastian's bare hairy chest. The warm rays of the sun rested on it, making it glint under its radiance.

Her heart skipped a beat. Her cheeks reddened, a flicker of embarrassment running across her face.

She yanked her hand away forcefully.

"What the hell, Sebastian!" she snapped, her tone sharp to mask the feeling which enveloped her "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?"