Julia's POV
John and I get into our hotel room as I walk across the room with anger put into every stomp I make. I strip off one layer after the next as I quickly discard them to the floor, not caring what happens to them, because after the day I had today, I wouldn't care if I ever saw those articles of winter clothing ever again. I can feel that I am being stared at, making me even more irritated than when I listened to the guys arguing back and forth outside.
But as I turned around on my heels, I see an enthralled John, staring at every last exposed inch of my frozen to the bone body, as if I put it out there for him. I roll my eyes, hating that his are on me since I am livid with him right now. He reaches out for me as I rotate away from him to avoid his touch, before walking past, n
