Maya's POV
Before Sebastian could say another word, my phone vibrated against the nightstand. The screen's harsh glow cut through our intimate bubble like a knife. I reached for it instinctively, and the spell between us shattered.
Penelope's text glowed back at me: "So, did you sleep with him yet? I bet you did!"
A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I set the phone aside. When I turned back to Sebastian, everything had changed. The vulnerability in his eyes had vanished, replaced by that familiar wall of composure.
He pulled back, creating distance where moments before there had been none.
"The storm's passing," he observed, his voice carefully neutral. The thunder had indeed faded to a distant rumble.
"Yes, it is."
"I should return to the couch."
The words I wanted to say stuck in my throat. Stay. Please don't go. But the moment had already slipped through my fingers like sand. He moved with fluid grace, returning to his makeshift bed on the sofa.
"Good night, Maya."
