Juliette's Point of View
I stood there, face burning, desperately trying to think of something to say.
Anything to break the awkward silence.
But my brain had completely shut down. Every word I thought of seemed wrong. Stupid. Likely to make things worse.
Lucian watched me struggle, that infuriating almost-smile still playing at his lips. He was enjoying this. The bastard was actually enjoying watching me squirm.
Then he shrugged.
"It's fine," he said casually. "As long as you don't mind my impotence, I don't see the problem."
I choked on air.
He said it so matter-of-factly. Like we were discussing the weather. Like admitting he couldn't perform was no different than mentioning he preferred tea over coffee.
"I—you—that's not—"
"You're stammering."
"I'm not stammering."
"You abs
