Chapter 8
We didn’t really have time for breakfast Saturday morning so we exchanged our contact information and kissed goodbye. I tried to ignore the slight ache in my chest at our parting. We’d see each other again, and anyway it seemed silly to be that bothered since we’d known each other—in person—only a couple of days. I put on a bright face and told him I’d see him briefly at the photo ops.
He grabbed my wrist just as I was walking out the door to give me one more kiss.
“One more thing,” Sebastian said as he released me. He shifted awkwardly. “You know, I’m not officially out as anything but straight right now.”
I arched a brow. “I know.”
“You do?”
“Uh-huh. In fact, I never imagined you were anything else before I met you. Your publicist is good.” I smiled. “Don’t worry. I don’t
