Chapter 57 Something Sacred, Something Sinful
- Clara didn’t know how long she’d been watching him.Julian stood shirtless in the kitchen, slicing pears for some artisanal dessert he swore he could make. The muscles in his back shifted with every movement, the lean strength of him on full display in the golden glow of the under-cabinet lights.
- He didn’t notice her watching.Didn’t see the way her breath hitched when he flexed his forearm to steady the cutting board.Didn’t feel the hunger building in her chest—not for food, but for him.
- They hadn’t touched each other like that since the night they burned the journal. Since everything shifted from survival to freedom.