Hearing that, Julian lowered his long eyelashes, concealing the dim glint in the depths of his eyes. The corners of his lips quirked up slightly, forming a pale, incredibly mocking smile.
"Who said my heart ached for them?"
His voice was incredibly soft, like a wisp of smoke that could dissipate into the chilly dawn air at any given moment: "I merely find it ridiculous for my own sake."
The hand resting on Ethan's thigh tightened slightly, clutching the crease of the man's trousers. Julian looked up, gazing straight into the man's sharp, deep black eyes. His voice suddenly shrank, carrying an imperceptible tremble: "Ethan... what if I am not me?"
