We’re sitting outside the principle’s office waiting to be called in. Julian is next to me, his hands linked in front of him, staring straight ahead. We went out for breakfast this morning and made love again. Scratch that. He f****d me like there was no tomorrow, and his vow to make it impossible for me to walk for a week may actually come true. After, he kissed me goodbye and went to work, slipping back into his cold, indifferent persona.
It’s like he’s two different people. The man I f**k in the hotel is warm, sexy and tender.
The man I live with is reserved, cold, and he doesn’t show his emotions at all.
I’m not sure how to reach out to him at home, or if I even want to.
He came back to pick me up for the meeting we’re here for regarding Willow, and now it’s like last night didn’t
