Chapter 146

Cecilia Grapes. Oh God—the damn grapes. I bolted toward the door like my apartment was on fire, only to freeze halfway there when I realized I was wearing nothing but a tank top and a whole lot of bad decisions. I spun back around, nearly tripping over my own feet, and yanked on the first oversized button-down I could find—bonus points for it being inside-out. By the time I opened the door, I was breathless and lightly sweating, like I’d just run a 5K through social anxiety. And of course, Alpha Sebastian was standing there like he’d been plucked straight from a Calvin Klein ad—leaning against my doorframe, eyebrow arched, expression halfway between amusement and suspicion. “Were you... working out?” he asked, lips twitching. “Yes!” I said, way too fast. “Exercise. Big fan. Great for the... lymphatic system.” His gaze didn’t move from my wrinkled, mismatched pajama situation. I followed it down and immediately regretted everything. My eyes dropped to the bag of grapes in his hand. I re