"Me? Curse you? No way! Look at you. Handsome, charming, basically walking perfection like a Greek god."
Anna scrambled to find the right words, but her brain decided to go on strike. In the end, a mess of awkward flattery just spilled out.
Julian's hand tightened slightly on her chin. His handsome features were unreadable, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
Just as Anna was considering swearing on her dignity to convince him of her innocence, Julian suddenly leaned in—right for her lips.
Oh God, here we go again!
Anna's expression was a mix of dread and resignation, like someone about to face a firing squad, waiting for the inevitable.
"Look, they're about to kiss!"
"Go, make it a French one! Bring the heat!"
"Get the camera, fast! Yup, that angl
