King Julian POV
The tension in the limo was so thick you could cut through it with a knife. I sat beside Lindsey, my hand on her thigh as she blushed, gazing out the window. I smiled to myself, thinking back to last night, remembering how responsive she had been, remembering all the cries and moans she had made and how she had felt as I'd thrust away inside of her. God, I ached just thinking about it and I awkwardly shifted on the seat, Elena's eyes watching my every move, almost as though she was reading my mind or knew what I was thinking about. I had really enjoyed snuggling next to Lindsey, listening to her soft snores during the night, and feeling her body next to mine as though she belonged there. I could get used to it, I mused to myself as I leaned even closer to her, hearing her
