-Sebastian Lightwood:
Elias noticed me.
I saw it the second his eyes flicked toward the doorway, the way his shoulders stiffened just slightly before he relaxed again. His cheeks tinted pink almost immediately, a faint blush creeping up his face, and he turned his head away as that alone could hide it. It didn't.
"Sebastian," he said, clearing his throat, voice steady despite the color still burning on his cheekbones. "Come join us for breakfast." My own face was probably just as red.
Something warm twisted in my chest.
I nodded and stepped forward, my feet moving before my thoughts could catch up. I wanted to sit next to him. I wanted to be close enough to feel his warmth, to smell him, to know he was real and still here. I wanted him to look at me again the way he had last night, like I was something precious and terrifying all at once.
I wanted to talk about the kiss.
