Anna bit her lip, eyes locked onto Julian with a determined glare. "So, what's it gonna be? Money or looks?" Not that she had either, honestly.
Julian casually pointed to his cheek.
Wait, that easy?
Hesitating just a second, Anna leaned in and planted a solid kiss on his cheek. It even left a little glossy trail of spit.
Her little move? Totally not impressive in Julian's book. He didn't seem mad, though; instead, he flashed her a lazy smile, then reached out and lifted the hem of her skirt—just enough to wipe his cheek clean using it.
Anna was speechless.
Her mood dropped faster than signal in the mountains. And Julian? Just when she thought this couldn't get more awkward, he went and dropped a bomb without warning.
"We'll be at Iron Hawk Unit soon. What's wrong? Yo
