Catherine's POV
We stood there like that for what felt like forever, his hands firm around my waist, our bodies pressed close enough that I could feel his heartbeat thundering against mine. My brain screamed at me to move, but my body refused to listen. Every inch of me was aware of him.
When I finally found my senses, I shoved him back with both hands. "Is the word NO, not available in your dictionary? Why are you in my room!"
Julian didn't even flinch. He just stood there, with dark and hooded eyes, lips curving slightly like he found my outrage amusing. "Honestly? I tried to control myself but.." he said, his voice rougher than usual. "I can't stop thinking about what happened in the kitchen. His gaze dropped to my mouth before finding my eyes again. "I can't help it."
I crossed my arms to stop myself from fidgeting. "You better get out before your girlfriend walks in on us again."
