'No, this isn't happening. I'm dreaming. I'm still in my room, snuggled under my duvet and having this almost realistic dream.' I told myself as my wide amber eyes stared into blue ones. But it wasn't. It wasn't a dream.

Sebastian was standing right in front of me, making my legs tremble under my weight and my stomach full of weird fluttering feelings.

"I... You... Um..." I stuttered, unable to make a single word. How was I supposed to make a single simple sentence when his finger was stroking my cheek, scrambling my brain?

"You mean a lot more to me than you know." He muttered, resting his forehead mine,...