The door to Caelum's room clicked shut, sealing the three of us inside.
I looked at the way both of them just stared, with the awkwardness sinking in.
"Make yourself comfortable, Julian," I said, my voice airy and light as if I were inviting a friend for tea rather than inviting a man to watch his brother bed the woman he wanted. "After all, you did say you wanted to take responsibility. You can start by making sure I sleep soundly."
Julian didn't move toward the bed. He looked at the tangled sheets and then at the chair by the window. He walked up to it and sank into it, his posture stiff, his golden eyes fixed on me with a look of pure, agonizing conflict.
I simply shrugged. If he says he's comfortable on the couch, who am I to say otherwise?
I climbed onto the bed, crawling across the silk duvet with slow, deliberate movements. I felt Caelum's eyes on me, dark and heavy, tracking every curve of my body under his shirt.
