As Dylan's lips drew closer, Sebastian's heartbeat grew faster and heavier with each passing second. Just as Dylan was about to close the distance and press their lips together, he suddenly felt a sharp flick on his forehead.
His hand shot up immediately to massage the spot as pain shot through his senses.
"What the hell did you do that for?!" Dylan exclaimed, his face twisted in both annoyance and pain as he rubbed his forehead, his lips forming an exaggerated pout.
Sebastian let out a small chuckle as he sat up on the bed, relieving himself from the propped position he had been in earlier.
"What did you think would happen?" he said, his tone calm but teasing. "That I would allow you to kiss me willingly when I'm not drugged? I know you know better than this, you just love to tease me."
Dylan huffed as he sat up as well, clearly irritated.
