His muscles tense as he runs his hand through his hair, drawing my eyes toward the thick vein running up the side of his arm. Julian might spend most of his days in an office now, but he could still bench-press me and a bag of cement mix on his worst day. His gaze flicks over to me, catching me in the act. His right brow rises in a silent taunt that makes my stomach flip. If finding Julian attractive is a crime, consider me guilty as charged. Haven’t you learned anything after the last time you fell for his looks? Julian didn’t hurt me when we were in college because he rejected me. Sure, it
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