Yulia had gone to bed before Rowan got home that night, so didn’t know how the evening had gone. She recalled her own evening, thinking about the look in Lance’s eyes when he complimented her hair. It was inexplicable in the circumstances, but she had felt a little frisson of excitement to be looked at like she was desirable. Not in a wanting to have s*x with her way, but in a “you’re a pretty girl” way.
There was something about Lance she realised, the more time she spent with him, that was somehow naive. Her initial feeling of him being dangerous had faded, and she found it easier to believe Rowan’s assertion that he was shy. She didn’t get the impression that he hadn’t had lovers though; there was a physicality about him that made her think that he was no stranger to s
