There was something healing about his touch. Something she couldn’t quite name. She had never let someone get this close before—not without her putting on a performance.
But here, now, in this quiet morning moment, she wasn’t Lexi Thorn the fierce event planner. She wasn’t the girl with the walls or the sharp tongue.
She was just Lexi.
And he treated her like she was worth worshipping.
Julian carefully shampooed her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. She leaned into him, her back pressed to his chest, letting the water wash away the remnants of her defenses.
“You’re quiet,” he murmured near her ear.
Lexi let out a breath. “I’m just… thinking.”
“About?”
She tilted her head back to look up at him. “You. This. How dangerous it is to like you this much.”
Julian’s eyes softened. He
