In the morning, when Jazmine Harrison walked out of the bedroom, she was wearing an oversized shirt. She wandered around the penthouse but couldn't find Sebastian. With a frown, she halted.
Last night, they had talked late into the night, cuddled up together. They hadn't done anything more than that. Sebastian was understanding. Even though he desperately wanted her, he hadn't done anything beyond holding her, providing her the comfort of his embrace.
Thinking about that, warmth spread through Jazmine's chest, and a smile appeared on her face.
"Sebastian?"
Jazmine walked into the kitchen and wasn't surprised to find him standing in front of the stove, cooking efficiently—like a highly skilled chef.
Last night, she had mentioned missing his cooking. Had he come here just for that?
"Why are you smiling like that?" Sebastian asked when he noticed her persistent gaze. "Do I look that handsome?"
