CYNTHIA's P O V

‘‘J-julian...’’ my embarrassment caused my cheeks to heat up as I considered the possibility that he could have heard me moaning his name while I was pleasuring myself in the shower room.

When he didn’t respond and continued to look at me intently while remaining silent, I tightened my hold on the towel that was wrapped around me.

‘‘What are you doing here in my room?’’ I snapped, realizing that I had locked the door when I entered the room. Oh, did I? I can’t remember…

He cleared his throat, looking away from me. ‘‘It's time for dinner...’’ he said. ‘‘I was calling for you but...