Hazel's POV
The watch gleamed in Sebastian's outstretched hand, its expensive face catching the light. My breath caught in my throat as recognition dawned on me.
"You left it at my apartment," Sebastian explained, his voice even. "I took it off when I was helping clean you up after you got sick. Must have forgotten to grab it on my way out."
Mortification crashed over me in waves. The mental image of Sebastian Sinclair—billionaire, business magnate, the man who'd been haunting my thoughts—cleaning up my vomit was almost too much to bear.
"I would have called sooner, but..." He hesitated, his usual confidence wavering. "I wasn't sure if you'd think I was making up an excuse to see you."
The sincerity in his eyes struck me like a physical blow. After everything I'd accused him of, he was worried about how I might interpret his intentions. Guilt twisted in my stomach, sharp and insistent.
"Sebastian, I—" I swallowed hard. "About what happened earlier. I owe you an apology."