Julian’s various sports trophies glinted at me from their place on his shelves, alerting me that I was in the wrong place. But before I could close the door, Julian came into view. He peeled his shirt over his head before swiveling in my direction.
“It’s called knocking, Lily,” he said dryly.
He threw his shirt onto the ground, resulting in a half-naked Julian.
Oh, God. Heat worked through my veins, my palms immediately growing clammy.
“You think I was trying to come talk to you?” I scoffed. “Wrong room, sorry.”
“Again?” Julian rolled his eyes. “Learn to count one of these days, will you?”
“Doesn’t matter. You won’t have to worry about it much longer, will you?”
Wanting to end the conversation there, I went to close the door again.
“Rosie, wait.”
I should ignore him. I should shut the door in his annoying face and sprint back to Gemma’s room, but my curiosity outweighed all the other warning bells in my head. So I opened the door wider and stepped inside Julian’s room.
