The person before her drew closer and closer, and Sydney Sawyer felt a wave of panic wash over her.
In the next second, Sebastian Lockwood suddenly raised his arm and reached for her. She instinctively leaned back, but he gripped her wrist tightly, preventing her from pulling away.
His fingers were already gently brushing aside a stray lock of hair by her ear.
"Your hair is a mess."
Sleepiness clung to his voice, making it husky and deep.
It was like sandpaper grazing her ear, making it itch.
"Oh," Sydney Sawyer nodded in acknowledgment.
But after a few seconds, the hand lingering by the side of her face didn't pull away. Instead, he gently tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingertips unintentionally brushing against it...
Warm, soft.
Already on high alert, Sydney Sawyer was like a startled cat, wanting to shrink back.
But Sebastian Lockwood was still holding her hand, so her attempt to dodge resulted in a pull.
Caught completely off guard—
