Aria’s POV
The dream felt so real; I could still taste it on my tongue when consciousness dragged me back to Julian's bedroom. My eyes fluttered open to find him standing over me, stark naked, holding a breakfast tray like some kind of X-rated room service fantasy.
"Holy s**t!" I jackknifed upright, my heart hammering against my ribs.
"What the hell, Juli!" I pressed my palm against my face, willing my pulse to slow down. "Do you get some sick pleasure from scaring me half to death? What is wrong with you?"
He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he leaned in, close enough that I could smell the mint on his breath and the lingering scent of our night together on his skin, and pressed his lips to my forehead. The gesture was so tender it made my chest ache. Then he placed the tray carefu
