His skinny black tie had somehow survived the chaos relatively intact. My fingers closed around the silk, using it to steady myself. “What are you—” I pressed my finger against Seb’s lips, silencing any further spiral of self-recrimination. His eyes widened as they fixed on mine. “Putting this stupidly pretentious tie to good use.” I yanked the silk, pulling him towards me, and smashed our mouths together.
