Aria POVThe smell hit me first.Julian’s cologne — cedarwood and something darker underneath, smoky and expensive — had already claimed the air in my room, tangled now with the sharp bite of whiskey. It was a disorienting combination. Too familiar, too much.He was watching me with those green eyes, glassy and slow, fighting to hold focus.“Julian.” I kept my voice even. “I think you should go back to your room.”He blinked. Something in his expression shifted, softened in the way that only happened when his guard had been completely stripped away. “Aria,” he said, his voice rough at the edges, like it had been dragged through gravel. “I like your hair.”Before I could step back, his hand lifted. His fingers were warm as they pushed a loose strand away from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear, his touch so careful it felt almost reverent. My heart stumbled in my chest before I could stop it.I caught his hand and pulled it down. “Just stop. You’re drunk. You don’t mean any of wh
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