![]() ![]() “Thank you.” I want to jump up and down, but I settle for looping my arms around his neck and planting an excited kiss on his mouth. “That’s wonderful, baby.” Julian’s smile widens, and he reaches over to pull me down into his lap. “Yes, can you believe it? Monsieur Bernard sent him photos of my latest works, and the gallery owner said they’re exactly what he’s been looking for.” I nod, barely able to contain my excitement. “He apparently owns an art gallery in Paris.” “Monsieur Bernard just told me that he has a friend who’d be interested in displaying my paintings,” I say, trying to sound like world-class art instructors give me those kinds of news all the time. Probably because I need that darkness now-it’s the only thing keeping me sane these days. It’s as if a bit of his inner darkness is visible on his face now, but instead of repelling me, it draws me to him even more. His beautiful lips are fully healed now, and the fading scars on his left cheek add a dangerous, yet appealing edge to his looks. ![]()
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