Cecilia
After hesitating for a few seconds, I picked up the cufflink, removing its protective cap.
My eyes fixed on the sharp pin as I studied Alpha Sebastian's sleeping form, considering my options.
Which would be the least offensive spot? His arm? Thigh?
No, those areas were covered by the blanket.
I'd have to pull back the covers and push up his sleeve or pant leg—definitely creepy territory.
Finally, I settled on his hand—the only exposed part besides his face and neck.
I carefully lifted one of his long, elegant fingers, positioning the pin near his index fingertip.
Just as I was about to make contact, his brow furrowed slightly.
I paused, looking at his handsome sleeping face. "Alpha Sebastian, I'm really sorry about this," I whispered apologetically.
