Aurora’s povI leaned balcony railing , the glass door left open behind us, the soft glow from the living room spilling out just enough to paint Julian’s face in half-shadow. He stood close to me with one hand braced on the rail beside mine, the other loosely holding a glass of whiskey he’d barely touched since I brought it to him.“Is Isabella okay?” I askedHe nodded “ yeah, they’re both fine”“You’re staring at me weirdly,” I murmured, letting my voice drop into that low, teasing toneI knew he couldn’t ignore. “Again.”Julian’s mouth curved, slow and dangerous. “Hard not to when you’re standing there looking like that.”I shifted, deliberately, the silk of my short black robe exposing my thighs, I had worn this while he was on the phone. It was barely tied, the belt loose, the fabric sliding open just enough to show the lace of the panties I’d chosen for him. I watched his gaze drop, then climb back up, and I smiled.“Looking like what?” I asked, tipping my head. “Like I belong
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