Chapter 649 Samuel: Regret Comes Only After Loss 2
Taylor did not respond.
A faint sweetness curled in her chest, tangled with a flicker of embarrassment.
Julian was clearly treating her the way he would soothe Luna, and yet she was two years older than him.
Julian seemed to catch her thoughts. He turned, caught her hand, and murmured, "She is asleep. Come to my room."
Taylor did not play coy. Their relationship was no secret to either family, and she was a grown woman. Following Julian back to the villa tonight, she knew exactly what that might lead to.
A minute later, she stepped into the master bedroom beside him.
It was spacious, close to nine hundred square feet, with a walk-in closet and an adjoining study. The bathroom was done in the vintage style she loved.
Julian explained in his usual understated way, "I had it redone for you, knowing you might stay over sometimes."
A man who noticed the details would always win a woman's heart.
Taylor moved through the room, taking it in without realizing she had finished the chicken soup in her hands. When she looked down at the empty bowl, Julian was already setting it aside, drawing her toward the floor-to-ceiling windows and into his arms.
At six-foot-two, he made her feel small against him. His face lowered to the curve of her neck, his breath hot against the sensitive skin just behind her ear, sending a shiver through her.
"Finally, just the two of us," he said softly. "When I was driving earlier, I kept thinking I wanted to watch the snow with you."
His gaze lingered on her. "Taylor, this is our first snow."
He pulled back the heavy green-patterned curtains.
Beyond the glass, snow drifted in the dark, each flake glinting like silver threads against black silk.
Snowfall could feel lonely, a quiet ache in the air. But in the company of someone you love, it became a soft cocoon of warmth—especially when that someone was Julian.
She could not say who moved first. One moment they were standing there, the next they were kissing, holding each other as the snow fell silently outside and the room filled with heat.
Julian seemed born to excel at everything, as if every moment of his life had been a rehearsal for this one. He knew exactly how to make her shiver in his embrace, how to coax the softest sounds from her lips, how to fill her thoughts and her heartbeat with nothing but him.
Tonight, they were utterly, irrevocably each other's.
The air between them throbbed with heat, thick with the pull of desire.
Afterward, Taylor curled into the sofa and picked a movie. Julian showered, then went downstairs and returned with a mug of honeyed milk. When he handed it to her, she shook her head. "I just had chicken soup."
Julian's gaze lingered on her, dark and unreadable.
After a moment, his voice came low and rough. "That soup was already burned off."
"Julian." Her cheeks flamed.
They had been together for a while, yet she still wasn't used to the way he could let something so charged slip from his lips with such effortless calm.
He only gave her that same unfathomable look. "If it has not been, I can help with that."
She took the mug, drank half, then could not stop herself from protesting. "Julian, you cannot keep treating me like a little girl. I am two years older than you."
He leaned in, his nose brushing her cheek in a slow, deliberate touch. "Say those exact words again when we are in bed."
Her face burned so hot she thought it might ignite.
Julian could be shameless as hell.
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