It isn’t a suggestion. It’s a command, raw and thick with authority.

Part of me wants to pull back, to hesitate. But the rest of me is already moving, hands scrambling against the sheets.

I flip over to face him and my breath hitches.

Julian hovers above me, his arms braced on either side of my head. His face is flushed, his dark hair a wild mess, and his eyes… his eyes are wide, darkened at the pupils, glittering with mischief and hunger.

There’s a softness there too, like he’s both lost and found in me, a joy I can feel in the way he leans closer.

He doesn't wait...