"Erm, excuse me. I need to use the restroom," Sarah stammered, her voice small against the weight of his presence.
"Not until you take this." Sebastian didn't move. He simply waved the deep burgundy silk before her face like a challenge.
Sarah reached out slowly, her fingers trembling as she moved to collect the gown. But the moment her hand brushed the fabric, Sebastian gave it a sudden, sharp tug. The momentum dragged Sarah forward, and they collided with a soft thud. Their foreheads and the bridges of their noses bumped, the impact sharp enough to make Sarah wince in pain.
Sebastian let out a light, rhythmic chuckle, as if he made a habit of jamming heads for sport. "You are clumsy, Sarah," he murmured, his face inches from hers. "As a woman who is going to be by my side, you must be sharp and bold. If you can't handle a simple collision, how will you keep up with my world?"
