“Sebastian!”
He abruptly stops working his magic on my neck and I know I must move quickly to escape his trap. I cradle my bladder, crouching over, while attempting to release several pain induced groans.
“Are you ok?” Worry crosses his face and for a moment he appears so innocent but I can’t forgive his trespassing manners.
“I don’t feel too well” I groan.
He steps back searching my face, before turning around, as if he had seen something too painful to witness.
“Sebastian!” The voice calls again.
He sighs, looking over his shoulders at me. “Get some rest. Hope you feel better soon.” Then he leaves the room in search of the voice.
I heave a euphoric sigh of relief, dashing to the closet, throwing on the first piece of clothing that my hand touches, before diving straight bene
