Sia untangled herself from Julian carefully and got down from the bed, careful not to wake him. He was sleeping peacefully next to her, one of his arms out which Sia had been using as a pillow, while the other rested on his stomach. He looked beautiful and utterly exhausted.
She wanted to feel guilty, but she found she couldn’t. She knew this wasn’t about Arthur. Tonight had been the result of all the sexual tension that had been building up between her and Julian from the first time they met. The previous night’s events with Arthur had just made her decision that much easier.