At once, Nicholas and I scrambled to our feet. Nicholas blocked Julian’s view as I readjusted myself, fixing my bra. When I was put together enough, Nicholas checked me over once before standing aside.
Out lips were red from kissing. Our clothes were wrinkled, and our hair disheveled. But there was nothing to be done for that now.
Julian looked between us, a devilish look in his eyes. “Did you find anything of interest in the closet?”
I blushed fiercely. Even my neck and chest burned.
“I’m also curious why your lips are so red,” Julian continued. His teasing, it seemed, would be relentless. Yet under those joking questions, his voice held the tiniest bit of edge.
My initial thought was that it could be jealousy. With Julian, however, there was no way. Disapproval, then? That seemed un
