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Chapter 32 The Lingering Kiss
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2025-12-02 19:54:30I let out a long, shaky breath, leaning heavily against the cold balcony railing. The city sprawled out below me, but I didn’t really see it. All I could see was the replay of my own ridiculous behavior from today. A whole day. One single, exhausting day of acting like a complete fool, and I was already worn out. I couldn’t imagine how Julian had managed a whole month of this. A whole month of him being cold and distant, of him avoiding me. And now, on his first day of not avoiding me, I was the one sprinting down hallways.
I buried my face in my hands.
“You idiot,” I mumbled into my palms. “What is wrong with you? He was just trying to talk.”
But the memory of his arm around my waist, the solid feel of his chest under my hands, sent a fresh wave of heat to my face. It was too much, too fast, after a month of nothing bu
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