Petals pov
I stood at the sink, scrubbing the last of the dinner plates. The sound of running water and the clink of dishes against one another were oddly soothing, a welcome distraction from my racing thoughts. Moments ago, Sebastian Knight had walked out of the kitchen, and I couldn’t deny the way his presence had affected me. My face was still warm, my cheeks betraying the flush I was desperately trying to suppress. I shook my head and told myself to calm down.
“It’s just Sebastian,” I murmured, though the words felt hollow. There was nothing “just” about Sebastian Knight.