Sebastian pulled back suddenly, just as fast and unexpected as when he’d kissed her. His breath ragged, his lips just inches from hers. His hand lingered against her cheek, but the tension in his frame shifted—he was less hungry now and more hesitant. His eyes searched hers, something darker flickering there—guilt, regret, conflict.

“I’m sorry,” he said, voice low, hoarse. “That was—shit—I shouldn’t have done that.”

Callista blinked, still dazed, heart thundering like it ...