CYNTHIA’s P O V

‘‘Good morning…’’ Julian spoke in that rich, velvety voice of his.

The mere sound of it caused an acceleration in the rate of my heartbeat. I turned around and beamed at him. ‘‘Good morning… Are you coming down to eat?’’ I placed my hands on his shoulder and leant my chin on them, looking up at him in an appealing manner.

I didn’t know why I did it, it just felt right. We had grown rather close to one another, considerably closer than we had been in the past, to the point where this kind of interaction had become routine.

‘‘Depends, is Stef done? You girls...