Julian's POV
That night, I couldn't sleep. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, the image of her body replaying over and over again, how she flinched at my touch, how she refused to kiss me. It all made me furious.
The worst part was that no matter how hard I tried to think about anything else, it was useless.
The only way I finally drifted off was after taking a pill but even in sleep, Catherine found a way to screw with my head.
It wasn't the first time she'd invaded my dreams but this one was different. It was voice and consuming. I dreamt of her soft skin under my palms, of her warm lips tracing desperate kisses all over my body. She whispered my name like it meant something, like she actually wanted me the same way I wanted her. My body betrayed me completely.
By the time I woke up, I was so damn hard, my breath was ragged, and the sheets tangled around my legs like chains.
Reality hit a second later.
"Shit," I hissed, pressing the heels of my palms against my eyes.
