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“Mid-Atlantic. Definitely not American but too light to be British. You pretty much sound like you grew up in a fancy prep school somewhere in the middle of the ocean.”
    Sebastian laughs loudly and leans back. “Most people here assume I’m English. I also get Australian. Not sure where that comes from. You have a good ear.”
    “Not really.”
    “No, you definitely do. It must serve you well as a translator.”
    I laugh, somewhat embarrassment.
    “I’m serious. You’ve piqued my interest and that doesn’t happen often. The last thing I expected the other day was for you to speak to me in Catalan.” Sebastian closes his eyes and for a moment, his face is somber. When he finally opens them, he adds, “It’s been a long time since anyone has spoken to me in Catalan.”
    I shrug my shoulders, uncomfortable with the way he’s watching me. His eyes focused on my face. Most people don’t hold eye contact the way he does. It’s intense.
    When I finally glance at my phone, I’m surprised to see how late it is. I was expecting this to be awkward and uncomfortable, but instead, Sebastian is surprisingly easy to talk to. I don’t want the night to end, but it’s late and trains take forever at this time of night.
    “I should probably go,” I say.
    Sebastian straightens up. “Don’t leave yet.” God, how I’d love to stay but I just shake my head.
    “It’s going to take forever to get a train.”
    “You don’t live around here?”
    “On what I make as a barista? No, definitely not. I’m in Williamsburg.”
    He frowns. “I didn’t realize you lived so far away.”
    I laugh. “It’s only fifteen minutes when the trains are running regularly, but at this time, I’ll probably have to wait forever.” I shrug. That’s life. And yet another reason why I never go out in Manhattan.
    “Hang on,” he says, standing abruptly and grabbing his phone off the table. “I’ll be right back.” Long strides carry him quickly to the door and I watch as he presses his phone against his ear before stepping outside.
    I stare at him through the plate glass window, trying to figure out what just happened. His eyebrows are drawn together as he speaks quickly into the phone and I have never wanted to be able to read lips as much as I do in this moment. He stops moving and stares at me through the window, giving me a rare, dazzling smile before shoving his phone back into his pocket and returning to our table.
    He looks visibly relieved.
    “Everything okay?”
    He reaches out, brushing a piece of hair from my face and tucking it gently behind my ear. My whole body freezes.
    “It is now,” he whispers. “As much as I’d like to keep you here all night, I suppose I should probably let you go.”
    My eyes go wide and Sebastian let’s out a laugh and I swear I can feel it in my bones. He’s gorgeous. I mean, really gorgeous, and tonight has been surprisingly fun. I don’t know what I expected from him. That he’d talk down to me, be condescending, but he isn’t. Quite the opposite. He’s treated everything I’ve said with the utmost respect.
    I can see the desire burning in his eyes, centered on me. I know I’m relatively attractive, but Sebastian is still way out of my league.
    I drain my glass. All I can think about is what it would be like to have him kiss me, to feel him grab my hair and press his body up against mine. Just one look at him and I know it would be an experience unlike any other.
    “What are you thinking?” he asks, stroking my knuckles with the pad of his thumb, sending a rush of heat between my legs as I think of all the other places on my body his thumb could be stroking.
    “What it would be like to sleep with you.” My voice catches, and I’m mortified. But there’s something about Sebastian, something that makes me want to tell him the truth.
    And the truth is, I can’t seem to get the idea of his naked body out of my mind.
    Desire flashes across his face and I can feel the moisture