Hundred Handed One Novels & Stories

A hundred strokes. Oh my goodness…

As usual, it was a call from Natalie. Julian met my gaze as he parted his lips to explain. "There's no need to explain. I know you're busy with work," I cut him off before he could speak. However, my thoughtfulness seemed to have unsettled him even more. Desperate to figure out what came over me, his grip on my hand tightened. His ringtone grew even more insistent. Julian finally loosened his hold on me under my steady gaze. "I'll show up on our 100th proposal," he promised before hurrying away.