Julian’s POV
She didn’t waste a second. Her eyes locked on mine, that hungry spark flashing brighter, and she reached up, grabbing the towel slung around my neck. She tugged me forward—slow, deliberate, like she was reeling me in. Her teeth caught her bottom lip, biting down, her breath coming quicker as she backed up toward the bed.
I let her pull me. Didn’t fight it. My feet moved, heavy steps closing the space, the anger twisting tighter in my gut. She had no idea. No f*****g clue what was coming. This wasn’t going to be some sweet reunion f**k. I was going to make it hurt. Make her feel every bit of the bullshit she’d put me through.
She hit the edge of the bed and let herself fall back, still holding the towel, pulling me down with her. The bed came under her weight, sheets rumplin
