Angry. Bitter. Crying. Completely unraveled. He saw me at my weakest as I was reliving one of the most painful experiences of my life, and he just held me. He offered some kind words and he held me. Before I drove back to the mansion, I caught a glimpse of him from the corner of my eye. I studied his face for the first time, really studied it. My eyes traced the angle of his square jaw, soaked in his deep-set hazel eyes and long lashes, and followed the lines of his perfectly straight nose and soft, full lips. He’d really filled out lately, and to say Julian Garner-Willoughby was officially handsome was an understatement. A far, far cry from the gaunt, sickly stick figure I’d met just weeks ago, this was a man I was only beginning to get to know. I thought about kissing him there in the Jaguar under the sunny sky when he was comforting me, but I stopped myself. I couldn’t cross that line. There were a million reasons why we were never meant to be, and I wasn’t about to question any of them.
What do You think about Julian (Beautiful Mine #1)?
