POV: Julian---He told himself it was a mistake.That touching Jamie last night—pulling him close, watching his lips part in a gasp when Julian’s hands slid beneath his shirt—was just a momentary lapse. A punishment for coming into his world uninvited.But then morning came.And Jamie was still asleep in Julian’s bed.Bare chest rising and falling. Lips slightly parted. Hair a mess of curls on Julian’s pillow like he belonged there.Like he always had.Julian sat in the armchair, one ankle resting on his knee, a cup of untouched black coffee in his hand. His mind had already looped through half a dozen excuses—reasons why this didn’t matter, why it didn’t mean anything.None of them stuck.Because every time he looked at Jamie, every time he remembered the way Jamie moaned his name into the dark, logic crumbled.And all he could think about was how badly he wanted to do it again.Jamie stirred with a low groan, stretching languidly under the covers. The moment his eyes met Julian’s,
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