Sebastian took him back to his room, and he felt his heart racing, feeling Atlas behind his back.
Sebastian turned and glanced at Atlas's nonchalant expression, eyeing his room.
Ironically, he's aware that Atlas must know what the rooms look like since he practically owns the hotel.
Sebastian headed toward the bathroom, then Atlas inquired, "Where are you going?"
Sebastian declared, "Wait a minute."
Atlas narrowed his eyes and felt displeased since he doesn't like being told what to do.
He bit his tongue before he said something out of displeasure.
Sebastian walked out of the bathroom and carried a small box in his arms, and his eyes glanced at the bed before looking at him. "Sit down."
A trace of hesitation flickered across his face before Sebastian asked with a smirk, "Don't tell me you're afraid. I'm just going to clean your wound. I'm not going to bite you."