Sebastian releases me, and without saying a word, takes my hand and starts toward my room.

I let him. I don’t have anything to say right now, and I’m sure neither does he.

We take our time. I enjoy the feeling of his hand entangled with mine but it confuses me, too.

How is it possible to feel this way for both Ambrose and Sebastian? The connection with Ambrose feels so powerful, sometimes it scares me. The responses he elicits from me feel ...