Evelyn
The moment Mark’s car disappeared down the street, I was already moving.
I crossed the lawn in my robe, heart pounding, and knocked on Julian’s door. It opened almost immediately. He stood there in a crisp white shirt, only half-buttoned, a tie hanging loosely around his neck. His hair was still slightly damp from a shower. He looked surprised to see me.
“Evelyn?” He stepped aside. “Is everything okay? Did something happen?”
I swallowed, suddenly nervous. “Don’t bother… You’re getting ready for work. I don’t want to hold you up.”
I turned to leave, but his hand closed gently around my wrist, stopping me.
“Talk to me,” he said, voice low and firm.
I looked up at him. The words sat heavy on my tongue for a second before I finally forced them out.
“Let’s have sex.”
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