ANMELDEN~~MIA'S POV~I heard the splashing before I reached the pool, and I slowed my steps. Someone was swimming.When I got closer, I stopped. Julian.Wasn't he supposed to be somewhere? He cut through the water toward the far end, his strokes steady and effortless, and for a moment I simply watched the ripples spread. Then he turned and surfaced near the edge, pushing wet hair off his forehead.That was when I truly saw him. Dark swim shorts sat low on his hips. Broad shoulders, a defined chest, strong arms, water streaming over his skin and tracing the lines of his stomach with every movement.I stared. I honestly hadn't expected that. Julian was the quiet one, the one buried in his phone, the one who rarely seemed interested in what anyone else was doing. I'd never given much thought to what he looked like without a shirt.Apparently, I should have.My gaze drifted across his chest and caught on a faint scar along his side. I frowned. I'd never noticed it before. How had he gotten it?Th
Mia's POV I reached across the bed, expecting warmth, expecting Sebastian. My hand met cold sheets. My eyes opened. The other side of the bed was empty, his pillow gone with him, and the hollow where he'd slept was already losing its heat. I sighed and sat up, pulling the blanket to my chest. I'd known he would have to leave early. That didn't mean I had to like waking up without him. A folded piece of paper sat on the bedside table, very white against the dark wood. I opened it. *Good morning, beautiful.* *I had to leave early. Dad needed me to accompany him this morning, and I didn't want anyone wondering why I wasn't in my room.* *I wish I could have stayed a little longer, but I'll see you downstairs.* *Don't miss me too much.* *— Sebastian.* A smile crept across my face before I could stop it. "Idiot," I whispered. I read it again, lingering on the last line. He honestly thought he was funny. Still, I couldn't help wishing he'd stayed, even if it only meant watching h
~~MIA’S POV~~The kiss started as a question, a tentative bridge between the fear I’d just confessed and the desire I couldn’t suppress. But as Sebastian’s hand tightened on my waist, pulling me flush against him, the question became an answer. The air in the room seemed to thicken, growing heavy with the scent of his cologne—something like sandalwood and rain—and the sudden, electric heat radiating between our bodies.I let out a soft, shaky moan into his mouth, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. The feeling of him—the solid breadth of his chest, the way his heart hammered against my own—made the rest of the world vanish. There was no house, no parents downstairs, no forbidden labels. There was only the friction of his lips against mine and the desperate, aching need to be closer.Sebastian pulled back just an inch, his breath hot against my skin. His eyes were dark, the pupils blown wide with a hunger that made my stomach flip. He didn't just look at me; he loo
~~Mia's POV~~~"What did you mean when you said you didn't deserve me, Sebastian?"He didn't answer immediately.His hand was still resting against my cheek, his thumb moving slowly over my skin, as though he wasn't quite ready to let go of the moment. The lamp cast a soft glow across his face, and for the first time that night I could see how tired he looked, how much weight he had been carrying without saying a word.He studied me for a long moment before finally lowering his hand. I felt the loss of it more than I wanted to."Because I know I haven't always made things easy for you."I watched him, waiting for him to continue."You're always trying to understand me, Mia. Even when I give you reasons not to. And sometimes, I wonder what I've done to deserve that."I lowered my eyes. His honesty was harder to face than any excuse would have been."I don't think you understand how much you mean to me," he added quietly.My fingers moved nervously against each other in my lap, twisting
~~Mia's POV~~ Sebastian stood in the middle of my bedroom, his injured hand hanging loosely at his side. He looked strangely out of place among my things, too tall for the room, too still, like someone who had walked into a memory he wasn't sure he was allowed to touch. "Sit down," I said softly. He glanced at me before lowering himself onto the edge of my bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight. I crossed to my bedside table and took out the small first-aid kit I kept in one of the drawers. When I turned around, he was still watching me. I placed the kit beside him and pulled a chair closer. "Let me see your hand." He extended it without a word. I took it carefully, turning it slightly beneath the lamplight to get a better look at his knuckles. The skin was scraped in several places, and a little dried blood clung stubbornly around the wounds. His hand was warm and heavier than I expected. My brows drew together. "These look painful." "They're not that bad." I didn't
~~MIA'S POV~~ A few seconds later, Sebastian walked into the dining room. He looked almost exactly as he had when he left, except for the slight dishevelment of his hair and the rolled-up sleeves of his dark shirt. Then I noticed his right hand. There was a scrape across his knuckles, raw and red against his skin. My eyes stayed on it a second longer than they should have. "Finally," Warren said. "Where have you been?" Sebastian pulled out the empty chair beside Julian. "Had something to take care of." "Something that couldn't wait?" "No." Warren sighed. "You young people and your mysterious business." Finn chuckled. Sebastian reached for his glass. "Sorry for keeping everyone waiting." "You weren't keeping anyone waiting," Finn replied. "We were already eating. Some of us even managed to enjoy our food." Sebastian gave him a brief, flat look. "Good for you." Finn grinned, entirely unbothered. I remained quiet, my pulse louder in my ears than the clink of cutlery. Wa







