kicking the sheets the rest of the way off. Nope, having Julian further exposed while lying in bed did not help the heat situation. I hadn’t noticed last night, but dear Lord, his pajama pants were gray—of all colors, they were gray—and they were also way too thin for this situation. The morning after the Halloween party, I’d felt more than my fair share of Julian Briggs, but seeing all that outlined was— Julian cleared his throat, interrupting the free show I was enjoying. Fuck, and he knew it. When he spoke, it was with a gruffness
