muscles tensed, doing everything to hold on to him and never let go. The pulse between my legs ached. God, it ached, and it was hard to comprehend that it was all for Julian. Julian. But now that I wasn’t drunk, I felt it with such clarity, such intensity. It would destroy me if I wasn’t careful. What happened when magnets resisted their pull? It couldn’t be good. “Fuck, this wasn’t supposed to happen,”
