Chapter 38 — Julia's POV:
Third day of vacation.
And guess who's being forced into a date with a man who fell out of the sky?, yes its your girl julia ...
Me. Julia Farland. Victim. Single. Tired. Mildly hot.
"I'm not going," I repeated for the seventh time, arms crossed.
"You are," Scarlett and Jason said in perfect sync, dragging me out like a broken Barbie doll.
We arrived at the beach party and also eliot house cause why not he have a rich family house just in front of the beach lucky one !—music loud, people sweaty, drinks sparkling.
I tried to escape again. Jason caught me by my waist like he was in a James Bond movie.
"Stop running," he whispered. "You're wearing heels."
And then…
There he was.
Eliot. Blue eyes. Shirt too unbuttoned. Looking like a summer mistake.
"Julia," he grinned. "Glad you came. And you brought reinforcements?"
Scarlett: "We're her bodyguards. The ones who'll haunt you if you break her heart."
Jason: "We're also here for free alcohol."
We laughed, we danced. I drank a little. Just a little. Enough to get bold, not stupid.
And Eliot?
He was charming. Sweet. Knew how to dance. Kept staring at me like I was the most interesting person at the party.
We ended up alone on the balcony.
"Wanna get some air?" he asked.
I nodded. "Only if you're not planning to parachute again."
He laughed. "Promise. No flying tonight."
We talked. Then kissed. Then kissed more.
Then… I don't remember deciding to follow him to his room—but I wanted to.
And I did.
Things got heated. Fast.
He was gentle, asking softly if I was sure.
I whispered yes. Multiple times.
And then…
Fade to black.
Next Morning
I opened my eyes.
Sunlight.
Soft sheets.
Naked.
I turned my head.
Eliot. Also naked. Sleeping like he was in a shampoo commercial.
"OH GOD," I whispered.
I covered my face with the blanket and screamed into it.
Why did I do that?!
Okay, yes, he was cute.
Yes, he was sweet.
Yes, he had arms like a Greek statue.
But still.
WHAT DID I JUST DO.
I slipped out of bed, found my clothes one by one like I was in a scavenger hunt, and tiptoed out like a raccoon stealing dignity.
In the living room?
Scarlett and Jason.
Dead asleep. Wrapped in blankets, clutching empty glasses.
I stood there for five seconds.
Then I yelled:
"WAKE UP. NOW."
Jason: "Ugh… five more minutes…"
Scarlett: "If we're not dying, I'm going back to sleep."
I went into the kitchen.
Got two big cups of cold water.
Came back.
SPLASH.
Both shot up like resurrected corpses.
Jason: "IS IT A FIRE—?"
Scarlett: "ARE WE UNDER ATTACK—?!"
I glared. "We're under REGRET."
Jason blinked. "Wait. Did you and Eliot—?"
I grabbed a pillow. "DON'T. ASK."
Scarlett grinned like a demon. "Oh, we're asking later."
I groaned and opened the door.
"Get dressed. We're going OUT. I need sunlight. and food. Or both."