I was halfway through making coffee when I noticed the light under Julian’s study door.
The results still weren’t up. I’d been refreshing the portal for hours. Coffee was the only thing keeping my hands steady. I walked over and knocked.
“Come in.”
He was shirtless at the desk. The scars across his back looked deeper in the low light. I stared a second too long.
“They’re old,” he said without turning. “Not your business. What do you want? Tutoring’s finished.”
“I want my score.” I stepped inside. “You already marked it. I want to know if I passed. We made a deal.”
He finally looked at me. “You barely passed.”
“A pass is a pass.”
He held my gaze, then stood. “Not on the desk.”
He walked me to my room. Once the door closed he sat on the edge of the bed.
“Take your clothes off. I wa
