Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 181

Cecilia

The scream hit like a siren-sharp, high-pitched, and way too close.

Sebastian instantly pulled away, tugging the hem of his shirt-which, unfortunately, was still the only thing I was wearing-down over my thighs.

His whole body tensed as he turned toward the door.

I buried my face deeper into the couch cushions, my brain short-circuiting from pure embarrassment.

Please let the earth open up and swallow me. Right now. I won’t complain.

Then came the voice.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt!” Female. Loud. Familiar with Sebastian, clearly.

And not nearly as horrified as she should’ve been.

I didn’t look up. I couldn’t.

But I could hear the amusement in her voice-like this was the funniest thing that had happened to her all week.

“Are you still looking?” Sebastian’s voice dropped a few degrees. Ice-cold and pissed.

“I just wanted to say hi to your. guest,” she said, way too brightly.

1 mustered the courage to look up – only to regret it again.

She was tall, ridiculously pretty, and had the kind of honey-blonde hair that probably came with a personal stylist. Soft waves framed her face Like she’d walked out of a Ralph Lauren ad, and a pair of delicate pearl studs caught the light as she tilted her head, all innocent curiosity and zero shame.

Her eyes-just like Sebastian’s-landed on me. And she smiled.

“Hi there! I’m Zaria. Sebastian’s sister. Sorry for the, uh. dramatic entrance. I’ll let you two get back to-whatever this was.”

She gave a little wave, then pivoted on her heel, the heel snapping with a crisp click.

I groaned into the sofa cushion.

Kill. Me. Now!

After a few steps, she suddenly stopped and came back, her expression shifting to something more serious.

“By the way, this morning I overheard Mom talking to… you know who… on the phone,” she hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. “Just… be careful, okay?”

With that cryptic warning delivered, Zaria quickly disappeared

When I heard the front door close, I finally let out a sigh of relief and Lowered my hand

Supporting myself on the back of the sofa, I rose to my knees and peered out the glass window. “Was that your sister?” Sebastian watched me kneeling there, his white dress shirt barely covering my thighs, my skin glowing in the afternoon light.

He made a sound of affirmation as his chest moved closer.

His arms bracketed me against the sofa, his previously cold gaze now warming as it enveloped me. Looking down at me, he explained,”My sister. She’s rarely home. Last I heard, she was in Austria. I didn’t expect her back in Denver. The feminine things you found? They’re hers.”

“Right. That makes sense,” I murmured, turning slightly.

But his arm snaked around my waist, pulling me back against his chest.

His hand traveled upward, warm palm gliding over bare skin as his breath ghosted over the shell of my ear.

“She won’t be coming back,” he said, voice darker now, hungrier.

“Sebastian.” I turned to meet his eyes, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Aren’t you tired yet?”

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