Julian's POV
I was leaning against the hood of my car, the metal warm through my jeans, but I barely felt it.
My mind was stuck in that empty lecture hall. I could still feel her lips on mine. I could taste that mix of mint and the sharp tang of fear that was always made to look like a challenge.
My fingers trailed around my lips, subconsciously. I let out a breath and found myself grinning at the pavement.
She could say whatever she wanted, she could lie to herself and she could try to convince everyone that she belonged to that suit-wearing idiot Dante, but her body didn't lie. The way she had arched into me, the way her breathing had hitched when I bit her lip showed that she was mine and mine alone.
I just had to keep pushing. I still had a few more taunts up my sleeve. I would have to corner her a few more times, seducing her until she couldn't breathe, and she'd crack. She'd come crawling back to me just to get that fix she was trying so hard to deny.
