#Chapter10

I stole a glance at Sebastian who had his hip propped against the counter. His arms were folded in front of his chest as he eyed me with unshielded amusement.

I could feel the burning in my cheeks.

I mean I knew for a fact that I wasn't that tall but I wasn't short either.

Whoever designed this house must have had a serious grudge against people who weren't tall.

I sighed in exasperation.

I dragged the bar stool from the kitchen island and climbed up. I opened the cabinet and took out two white ceramic mugs. I closed the cabinet and got down from the stool. I could...