The Temporary Boyfriend

Chapter 139: Julian is back cont.

Julian didn’t stop until he was standing directly in front of her.

"You can stay," he said quietly.

​Lyvana blinked, her brain feeling foggy. "Huh?"

"You can stay," he repeated. His gaze tracing the line of her mouth before meeting her eyes. "And you can keep the shirt. It looks better on you than it does on me."

​Lyvana looked down at the soft white fabric. Then, an embarrassing thought hit her. He had been standing right there in the doorway.

Did he see her change?

She pushed the thought away as fast as she could. If she was pregnant for him, he had obviously seen her naked before.

​I mean, you have to have to get naked to get pregnant, right?

The sudden mental image of being in his arms. Of his hands moving over the very skin she was trying to hide, sent a rush of heat to her face so intense she was certain she was glowing.

​"Thank you," she murmured.

"You can wait in the living room. I’ll join you once I’ve finished up in here."

"Right. Sorry."

​She didn’t need to be told twice. She bolted.

In the living room, she tried to call Emily. The phone rang and rang until it went to voicemail.

Right after, a text message popped up: Busy. Talk later. fгeewebnovёl.com

​Lyvana stared at the screen. It felt like Emily was avoiding her on purpose.

​"Of course," she sighed. Then dropped on to the couch.

​​Snow jumped up beside her and started purring loudly. "You really are so cute," Lyvana whispered as she rubbed the cat’s ears.

​Suddenly, her stomach growled. She was starving. She hadn’t been able to eat all morning because of the mess Elena had made.

​She looked toward the kitchen, thinking about food. But then, her eyes landed on the black leather notebook. It was still sitting on the kitchen island, exactly where she had left it before the coffee disaster.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she stood up and walked over to it.

​She was nervous, but she flipped it open anyway.

​It wasn’t a normal address book. She saw the private names and numbers of governors, senators, and even high-court judges. Next to the names, there were dates and huge amounts of money.

"Find something interesting?"

She slammed the notebook shut and spun around.

Julian stood in the kitchen doorway, wearing only sweat pants. His hair was pushed back from his face.

He wasn’t smiling now. His eyes were on the notebook. Then on her.

"Julian, I..." She stepped back from the counter. "I didn’t mean to snoop. I just..."

He walked towards her and took the notebook from her hands. His fingers brushed hers and lingered.

"I spent six hours on a plane thinking about you," he said, changing the subject. "Then I walk into my closet and find you there. In my shirt." He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. "You have no idea what that does to a man, do you?"

She should pull her hands away. She should tell him to put on a shirt. She should remind him that she had amnesia, and this was all moving too fast.

Instead, she whispered, "Tell me."

​Julian smiled. He lifted his hand and tilted her face up. His thumb traced her jaw, then he leaned in until their lips were almost touching.

Lyvana’s lips parted. "Julian, we can’t..."

"Can’t what?" His forehead rested against hers. She could feel his warm breath on her lips. "Can’t do this? Can’t touch you? Because I’ve been dying to since the moment I found you."

Her hands curled into his chest. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer.

"I don’t remember being yours," she admitted.

"Then let me re-introduce myself."

And then his mouth was on hers.

It wasn’t the gentle forehead kiss from earlier. It was deep and full of hunger.

One hand fisted in her hair, while the other gripped her waist. He pulled her hard against him until there was no space left between them.

​Lyvana gasped into the kiss. The heat of his bare skin against the thin shirt was overwhelming. She could feel his heart beating fast against her own.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders. She wasn’t pushing him away. Rather, she was pulling him closer.

Julian groaned excitedly.

Just then, the elevator dinged.

Julian closed his eyes, breaking the kiss. His forehead dropping to Lyvana’s shoulder. A string of curses left his mouth, muffled against her skin.

Talk about wrong timing. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

He didn’t let go of her waist, keeping her trapped between his body and the kitchen counter.

​"That’s the chef," he said.

​Lyvana tried to catch her breath. Her heart was still racing, and her lips felt swollen from the kiss.

​Still holding her close, Julian reached out and grabbed a sleek tablet from the counter. With one swipe, he authorized the floor access. The doors slid open.

​Lyvana panicked and tried to wiggle out of his grip. She was embarrassed to be caught like this, but Julian didn’t let go.

The chef walked in, with two servers pushing a gold cart filled with food.

He took one look at Julian, quickly understanding the situation.

​"Mr. Blackwood," the chef said, quickly lowering his eyes to remain professional. "Lunch is ready as requested."

​Julian didn’t look embarrassed at all. He kept his eyes on Lyvana, enjoying the blush that was deepening on her face.

​​"Set it on the dining table, Joaquin," Julian ordered. "Then leave us."

​The staff moved very fast. They set the table in total silence. They didn’t dare look in their direction. As soon as they were done, they walked out, closing the door behind them.

​Finally, Julian let go of her.

​"The food will get cold," he said. "Let’s eat."

​Lyvana walked slowly to the table. She was still blushing as she sat down in the chair Julian held out for her.

​The food smelled wonderful. Joaquin had made some warm curry rice and some grilled chicken. The meat had very light seasoning so it would not upset her stomach. There was also cold fruit, coconut water, and juice. With vegetables and some sauces.

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