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Or maybe that’s just how I feel. Like he’s always been here, even though he hasn’t.
Given Emily’s years-long fan obsession, he’s been a familiar backdrop for some time. In person, though, he’s different. He’s a real being with blood running through his veins. With so much life and vigor.
And he’smine. At least for now.
“What are you thinking, Sam-I-Am?”
I grin. “I’ve never had anyone call me Sam-I-Am before.”
“Whaaaa? Isn’t that an American classic?” He reaches behind me and refills his glass from the tap.
“True. But I’ve always wondered, shouldn’t other people have called himSam-You-Are?”
“I believe you’re deflecting from my original question. Which was, what are you thinking, Sam-You-Are?”
I swallow, watching him drink the water, his Adam’s apple moving. “I’m thinking you are the sexiest being I have ever met in my entire life, and I can’t believe I get to touch you.”
Julian steps forward, setting the glass down on the counter. Leaning in, he brushes the lightest whisper of a kiss over my lips, which makes me close my eyes and swoon all Disney-style. “I feel the same way,” he murmurs. “And it’s not just sex appeal. It’syou. I like everything about you.”
“Even the part of me that argues with you?”
“Especially that part. Because it means you have your own mind and you’re not about to let me or anyone else walk overourrights.”
I smile at him. “Are you accepting a label, Julian Hill? Should I callPeoplemagazine? OrTatler?”
“Don’t you dare.”
“I certainly wouldnotdare. Your trust is too precious, and I accept it as the gift it is. Would saying you’re something make you feel more like you belong, though?”
He wraps his arms around me. “I don’t know. I certainly am not what other people would consider to be straight. And maybe it’s time to stop keeping that to myself.”
His statement is a big deal. Maybe he’s willing to be in a relationship with me, in public.
Because that’s what I want. An out-in-the-open relationship with Jules.
We smile goofily at each other. And this time it’s my turn to lean in and kiss him, only I don’t do it gently. I tug the back of his neck and make his lips part and taste his tongue on mine.
My tired dick even twitches as if it thinks,This could be interesting.
But Jules wraps his arms around my waist, then squeezes my butt. “What was that about you making dinner? It seems like you’re slacking.”
“Only because you’re right here.”
“Should I move somewhere else?” He steps between my legs so he’s bracing me against the counter.
“No,” I whisper. “I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
“Same.”
Jules reaches for his phone and navigates to a music app, putting on a slow pop song. “Before we cook, then, will you dance with me?”
I nod and move into his arms, and we dance, smiling and kissing. Unlike before when we danced a box step, this is chest to chest, hands on each other’s asses, with no one around to break us apart.
I’m about to pull away to start cooking when the next song cues up. And it’s one of his.
I chuckle and open my mouth to say something about it, when he starts singing in my ear. Quietly, but harmonizing with himself. It gives me goose bumps. It makes my mouth water. It makes mewant himmore than anything.
I’m lost, listening to him murmur in my ear. The ground has dropped out, and the ceiling is limitless. And all that exists is Julian and me.
