Julian didn’t budge.
Those deep, peach-blossom eyes of his quietly locked onto her.
Claire wasn’t too keen on meeting that gaze. The moment his eyes brushed against hers, she instantly looked away.
He was staring at her face.
She was fixated on his collarbone.
Their eyes missed each other completely.
Seconds ticked by in silence. The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. She waited and waited, but he still didn’t make a move.
Claire started to feel uneasy.
Wait… was he actually expecting her to undress him?
Unable to hold it in anymore, Claire flicked her eyes upward, her lips twitching like she was about to speak—but the words just wouldn’t come out. Finally, she gave up fighting herself. “Fine... I’ll just help you take it off!”
It’s just undressing
