She stumbled forward.
Just as she was about to crash into his chest, Claire caught the doorframe with lightning speed, yanking herself back with all her might.
"Morning," she panted, fixing her footing and brushing her hair off her face, trying to play it cool with an awkward yet composed smile.
Julian: "..."
He stared at her for a beat. "What were you sneaking around for so early in the morning?"
His tone? Totally casual.
Like he wasn’t the one who practically lost control twice last night.
Now, dressed sharp in a vintage dark brown suit, he stood tall and composed—completely back to his Mr. Perfect self. You'd never guess what went down the night before.
Claire was mentally rolling her eyes.
So he just woke up fresh this morning and now had the nerve to talk
