Juliette's Point of View
I squeezed my eyes shut.
Heat flooded my face. My neck. Probably my entire body at this point.
He'd been awake. This whole time. Watching me watch him.
How much had he seen? Had he noticed me checking if he was... functional? Had he felt me pressed against him, cataloging every inch of his body like some desperate p*****t?
Goddess, kill me now.
"Hiding won't make me disappear," Lucian said. I could hear the amusement in his voice. The bastard was enjoying this.
I forced my eyes open.
He was still there. Still close. Still watching me with that infuriating smirk.
Fine. If he wanted to play this game, I could play too.
"You're my husband," I said, lifting my chin. "I'm allowed to look at you."
His eyebrow arched. "Is that so?"
"We're married. It's natural
