LOGIN~~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
~~~MIA'S POV~~ "Dinner is ready." The housekeeper's voice cut gently through the quiet, and the moment broke. Theo turned toward her. "We'll be there in a minute." She nodded politely and disappeared back inside. I glanced at the house, its windows glowing gold against the darkening garden, then back at Theo. Our conversation had been surprisingly easy. For a little while, I had almost forgotten everything that had happened earlier. Almost. Sebastian's sudden departure still sat in my chest like a stone. I kept turning it over, trying to imagine what could have been so urgent that he'd left without a single word of explanation. "You should probably eat," Theo said, getting to his feet. I stood as well, brushing my palms against my dress. "Are you coming?" "Unless you've suddenly decided to have dinner alone." I laughed. "I was only asking." "Then yes. I'm coming." We walked toward the house together, our footsteps soft against the stone path. By the time we entered the
**MIA'S POV**I watched him disappear through the doorway, the glass door swinging softly shut behind him.I stayed seated for a few seconds, staring at the water. The pool lights kept shimmering as though nothing had happened, as though the night hadn't just tilted beneath my feet.Then I stood.I wasn't going after him because I thought he needed my help. That was what I told myself, anyway. I was simply curious about how quickly he had left after that phone call, how the warmth had drained from his face in the space of a single word.*When?*Besides, he hadn't exactly explained what was going on.I walked towards the house, intending to catch a glimpse of him before he left, maybe the tail lights of his car, maybe nothing at all."Mia."I stopped.The voice came from behind me, low and unhurried.I turned and found Theo standing a few feet away, one hand resting in his pocket, the pool light catching the edge of his face."Where are you going?" he asked."Nowhere."His eyes moved b
**MIA** I had barely finished eating when I pushed my chair back, ready to escape the kitchen and the noise of it. "Mia." I stopped. I knew that voice. I knew it the way you know the creak of a stair in your own house. For one shameful second, I considered pretending I hadn't heard him. I could keep walking, slip down the hall, and spare myself another conversation I wasn't sure I had the strength for. After everything that had happened, Sebastian was the last person I wanted to face on a full stomach and an empty heart. But before I could take another step, he was already beside me. "Can we talk?" I folded my arms. "What is it?" He stopped in front of me, and something about him was off. His hands were buried in his pockets, his shoulders stiff, his jaw working as though the words were physically hard to swallow. Sebastian never looked uncomfortable. It was unsettling to watch. "Can we go outside?" I hesitated. Behind me, Finn and Oliver had gone quiet, pretendin







