Yulia slept in late that morning. Not entirely accidentally, she was happy to put off the inevitable awkward questioning that would come from Rowan. And if she was honest she didn’t quite know how to act seeing Lance again either.
Not that he had done anything to make her uncomfortable, the opposite was true in fact, but she didn’t know if she could look him in the eye after what happened after. Which was deeply humiliating, and although there was no way for anyone else to know, she knew.
She had gone up to bed, leaving Lance on the sofa alone and feeling confused and restless. She had done her bedtime ablutions; cleaned her teeth, brushed her hair, put on her pyjamas. She was still tense when she got into bed and lay there tossing and turning, unable to
