ZOE’S POV
The morning sunlight was soft, spilling through the half-drawn blinds and pooling across my sheets. For a few seconds, I just lay there, cocooned in the warmth, replaying the night before. My skin still tingled in the places Julian’s hands and mouth had been—the way his breath had slid down my neck, the command in his voice when he said my name.
God. The man had wrecked me.
I pressed a hand to my chest, smiling despite myself. Things with Julian were progressing in a fast pace, but I wouldn't have it any other way. I liked the freedom and excitement being with him gives me. The only thing that bothered me was how closed off he seemed to get sometimes. I could tell there was a trauma there that he wasn't speaking about.
Dragging myself out of bed, I turned on my sound system,
