Page 93 of Paper Coffins

As I approach the open doorway, the noise gets louder, and I start to grin at who I’m about to walk in on. Part of me hopes that Beckett is finally going to try and make me insanely jealous, but he hasn’t used that tactic on me yet. Instead, I freeze, watching familiar hands grip Sebastian’s short, dark hair, pulling him in deeper for a kiss. My mind takes a moment, ticking over the sight before me.

“Sebastian?”

His name leaves my mouth before I even have a chance to stop it.

He sits back, as if struck with electricity, and looks at me in horror. I mirror his reaction, not at catching him in the act, but more at with who. My shock melts enough to let my eyebrows pull into a tight frown, and I struggle to compute what I’m witnessing.

“Andreas?”

My word is nothing more than a breathless whisper, but it gets a reaction out of him straight away.

I stumble back as a second shockwave ripples through me, only to be caught by Beckett.

“I wasn’t expecting you to come across him just yet.”

What the fuck?

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