“What are you doing?” Julian’s voice was low and rough from the alcohol, words a little slurred, but there was a trace of clarity underneath.
Violet froze. Before she could react, he tugged her hard, pulling her down onto the bed beside him. Her hand was still at his collar when their eyes met—his half-lidded and unreadable. She blinked rapidly, mind spinning. How much does he even remember?
“You really don’t remember anything?” she asked carefully.
“What’s there to remember?” he muttered, the corners of his lips lifting. “All I know is I woke up to you all over me.”
The way he said it made the air suddenly feel heavy. Heat crept up Violet’s neck. All over him? That sounded way too suggestive. She quickly shook her head, voice flustered. “Sorry, that’s not what this looks like.”
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