(Julia’s POV)
If it was possible, Ronan and I became even closer as the days passed. It was like my emotional breakdown in front of him the other night had broken down some kind of barrier between us, and now there was nothing standing in our way.
We were even getting closer physically. Before, I made it a point to avoid physical touch from Ronan. In addition to driving me wild with attraction and arousal, it also made me feel warm and safe and loved. I didn’t want to get used to feeling like that and then have it ripped away when I eventually left.
Now, though, it was like we couldn’t help ourselves. Ronan’s hand often settled on my lower back as we walked, guiding me through doorways and down halls. Our shoulders brushed in the car when we sat in the backseat together.
