SOPHIA'S POV
“Sophia, what’s going on? You took forever to open the door.” Julian stood there, his brows furrowed with concern.
I leaned against the doorframe, trying to block as much of the apartment as I could without making it obvious. “Sorry, I was just, uhm, taking a shower. Late night, remember?”
Seeing as his eyes flickered down to the oversized t-shirt I was wearing, I hurriedly crossed my arms, hoping to cover any trail of evidence.
Julian’s gaze sharpened as he began scrutinizing my look. I could almost see his mind piecing together all the little signs: the damp hair, the wrinkled bed sheets visible through the cracked door behind me and the fact that I had hesitated before answering the door.
“You weren’t alone last night, were you?” he asked, his tone was
