Samantha’s POV
When we returned to the room after the exhausting few hours , I immediately turned to Julian, guilt weighing heavily on my chest.
“I’m so sorry,” I said softly. “My family’s been putting you through so much ever since you got here.”
Julian smiled, his expression gentle and sincere. “You don’t have to apologize, Samantha. I actually enjoy it.”
That caught me off guard. “Enjoy it? How could you possibly enjoy all this chaos?”
He hesitated for a moment, the warmth in his eyes dimming slightly. Then he sat down on the edge of the bed, his posture shifting as if the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders.
“Because I’ve never really had anything like this,” he began quietly.
I frowned and moved closer, sitting next to him. “What do you mean?”
Julian stared down
