Evelyn's POV
Julian swirled the wine in his glass, slow and deliberate, like everything was exactly where he wanted it.
I couldn’t read him at all.
“What do you mean, no?” I frowned. It didn’t make sense. There was no upside for him in dragging this out. If anything, walking away clean was the smartest move—for both of us.
Instead of answering, he looked at me.
Really looked.
“Did you miss me?” he asked, almost casually, taking a sip of his wine.
“…What?”
For a second, I honestly thought I’d misheard him.
There was no way he was asking that.
Sure—he was attractive. More than that. The kind of man you remember physically whether you want to or not.
But I wasn’t someone who got hung up on that.
“I missed you,” he went on, unhurried. “After that night, I haven’t been able to sleep
