Julian’s Pov
I didn’t expect her to move that fast.
One second I was tucking the blanket around her, ready to force myself to walk away, and the next she was grabbing my shirt, pulling me down onto the mattress with surprising strength for someone who could barely stand ten minutes ago.
Her breath hit my throat. It felt warm ,sweet and tempting against my skin.
“Stay,” she whispered.
Her voice… God. It scraped down my spine like a matchstrike.
“Zoe.” I forced the word out, low and rough. “You’re drunk.”
“And?” She lifted her face to mine,her eyes heavy, pupils blown wide. “You always say my name like you’re trying not to want me.”
I almost laughed,Because she had no idea how true that was.
“I’m not touching you like this,” I said. My voice wasn’t steady—nothing about me was steady
