Looking so Good is a crime

"Just go in," Sebastian muttered to himself, gripping the steering wheel.

It was late at night that Sunday and after doing everything he possibly could to ignore his guilty conscience, he could swear that all he did that day reminded him of Ava.

Reminded him of his slip up and how he needed to urgently fix things before shit hit the fan.

He should have called her.

"Well she didn't call me either," he grumbled, finding a reason to be mad at her even though he had nothing. If she hadn't woken him out of his madness with that slap, who knew what he could have done that night.

His knuckles whitened even more as he gripped the wheel harder. Shit really could have hit the fan. He could still recall her declarative words

… If you keep treating me like this…

"It was just one mistake!" He growled. Perhaps not entirely but at least the part where he had claimed to own her was one.

The kiss however was a different thing entirely.

Even with guilt racking heavily on his mind, Sebastian didn't feel