While I waited for him to finish in the shower, I leaned against the wall, listening to the muffled sound of the water. My mind was racing. I knew the risks. Leo was protective—obsessively so. If he found out his best friend had been f*****g his sister, he wouldn't just be angry; he'd be devastated. But the thought of the secret, the shared hidden glances and the stolen touches, only made the heat in my belly flare up again.
When Julian finally stepped out, steam billowing around him, he was wearing only a pair of gray lounge pants. His skin was flushed, droplets of water clinging to the hair on his chest. He looked at me, and I saw that hunger return, a dark, simmering fire.
"Your turn," he said, his voice a low rumble.
I didn't move. I just looked at him, letting my gaze wander slowly
