## Hazel's POV
"Sebastian, I can't," I said, placing my hand on his chest to create some distance between us. "I'm not ready for that possibility yet."
His eyes, dark with desire, searched mine. For a moment, I worried he'd argue, but then he nodded.
"You're right," he said, his voice husky. "We shouldn't rush into something like that."
I traced my fingers along his jawline. "It's not about not wanting you. It's just—there's still so much unresolved between us. Your family, my family, the Everetts..."
Sebastian rolled onto his side, pulling me against him. His frustration was evident, but he didn't push.
"I understand," he murmured into my hair. "We have time."
We lay together in the moonlight, our breathing gradually slowing. His hands stroked my back in gentle circles.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"For what?" His voice was soft against my ear.
"For respecting my decision. For not pressuring me."
