Page 12 of BounBound By Scars

Seb settled into the armchair opposite me. He looked tired.

“What can I help you with, sweetheart?”

“That!” I pointed at him. “Why do youstillcall me that? We’re not kids anymore.”

He chuckled. “I don’t know. Habit, I guess. Does it bother you?”

I opened my mouth to sayyes.

But… I couldn’t.

Because it didn’t, really.

I shook my head and blurted, “Kabir kissed me.”

Sebastian’s brow shot up. “Okay?” He shifted slightly in his chair, his expression unreadable. “I’m lost, sweetheart. Care to explain what’s going on in your head?”

I gulped. Hard.

“So… okay… I may or may not have feelings for him. But I also think he may… or maybe not… have feelings? Wait. I’m fucking this up. So, Kabir didn’t kiss me. Not really.”

Seb bit his lower lip—definitely to keep himself from laughing.

“Go on.”

“Ikissedhim.”

He nodded slowly, thoughtful.

“I’m loving this teen-drama recap, sweetheart, but you gotta tell me why you’re here. Talking tome. Yourboss.”

My heart sank.

Maybe the ‘sweetheart’ didn’t mean anything to him. Maybe I was latching onto something stupidly innocent because I was an idiot.

Fuck.Maybe he thought of me as a sister.

I mean… I was his friend’s little sister, wasn’t I? And also, his employee.

Boss. Sebastian was my boss.

For fuck’s sake.

I shot up from the couch, muttering, “Sorry. This was a mistake. I’ll see you… later, I guess.”

Before I even made it to the door, his hand wrapped around my elbow, spinning me around so fast I almost crashed into him.

His speculative gaze ran over my face. My eyes. My forehead. My cheeks. And then—for a brief, horrifying moment—my lips.

Then, his eyes settled back on mine.

“Amelia?” His voice was somewhere between a whisper and a groan.

“Yeah?” I squeaked.

His hand slipped from my elbow to my waist. Now, I was wearing a crop top. My waist was thoroughly exposed. So, when I felt his warm hands gently caressing my skin, I involuntarily shivered.

“Not your boss, then,” he murmured, smirking. “Not right now.”

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