Chapter 77 

Wrapped up in Julian's embrace with nothing but his huge t-shirt on, Leslie sighed, the delicious, satisfying ache between her legs sending tiny ripples of pleasure up her spine.

"He left me a letter," she suddenly said, raising her eyes to his, catching him staring down at her like she was the most precious thing in his world. She crimsoned.

"My dad left me a letter."

"What did it say?" He cooed softly.

She repeated most of the contents to him and smiled to herself. "I almost gave up everything because of my grief. Stupid of me, right?"

He pecked her softly on the lips. "Don't use such words on yourself, Les. Everyone handles pain differently, and I'm glad you're back to your normal self now. Don't let his faith in you dwindle."

Unexpectedly, Julian's stomach grumbled. He smirked at Leslie, completely unashamed. "Now that I've eaten, it's time to eat."

Leslie flushed beet red all over. "Julian!" she whisper-yelled. "You're so crude these days."

He simply laughed and rolled out