Sydney Sawyer's arm was held fast, her forehead pressed against his chest. The faint sound of reporters' voices echoed from a distance, but Sebastian Lockwood blocked her view. It felt as if he had her completely enveloped in his arms.
The air she breathed was filled with the faint scent of disinfectant from his clothes.
And through their clothes, Sebastian Lockwood could clearly feel that the spot on his chest was hotter than the rest...
It was the warmth of her breath.
"How many reporters are there?" Sydney Sawyer had been too busy looking at her phone to notice what was happening in the hallway.
But in their current position, she felt like she might suffocate if they stayed like this any longer.
She peeked out slightly, trying to assess the situation.
The moment Sydney Sawyer tilted her head, Sebastian Lockwood's right hand suddenly cradled it, pressing her back into his chest.
They were now pressed together in an even more intimate embrace.
