Julian sat at his desk, trying to look over plan. Papers. Anything but {{user}}. It was a losing game, he realized. He knew he loved her, and it was his great undoing. He was anxious, moody, defensive.

Julian knew he was off these past few days, jerking her back and forth, drawing her in, shoving her away. Dumping her then bedding her. It was his worst nightmare come to life.

And even now, he hopes every knock at his door is her. He wants her to pick his clothes and her gentle hands patching him up.He wants her, desperately, but he’s a foxhole for her until her true love figures his shit out and comes back to his senses.