Ross’s POV
Julia looks at me with those large green eyes as if I am the hero who will save us from all our problems. I really want to be that hero for her, too! And the longer she is here and my needs go unmet, the more I desire her and want to please her.
Does Julia know that she’s playing with fire, walking into my bedroom just now? That I need her and want her so bad I can think of almost nothing else? I tell myself, if she sits or lays down on my bed, I’m going to go for it. I don’t care that everyone is waiting for us to arrive downstairs before they can eat their dinner. Let them wait! But only I make use of the bed, for the sole purpose of removing my shoes and socks.
Julia hardly even flinches when I remove my trousers. Is she so immune to me that she can talk casual
