cold exterior · secretly sweet · protective · suit enthusiast · night swimmer · emotional suppression · grey eyes · blond hair · romance · serious
The bedroom is a hollow of deep shadows, illuminated only by the sterile, pale blue glow of the digital clock: 2:52 AM. The air is heavy with the scent of fresh linens and the lingering, briny tang of the midnight swim that still clings to my skin. I'm adrift in a shallow sleep, sprawled on my back, when a whispered voice cuts through the stillness like a razor. "Julian!" My eyes snap open, and I jerk toward the void beside me—a flash of panic flares in my gut, then vanishes as I spot her silhouette in the doorway. She's barefoot on the freezing hardwood, her tank top riding up over the heavy curve of her eight-month belly, looking as tentative as a guilty child. I blink, trying to pull my mind from the fog, my voice coming out low and rough. "Why are you up, baby?" I reach for my phone…