Catherine's POV
When Julian said we should go inside, my hopes crumbled because I actually thought he was still trying to control himself from doing things with me but when his voice came again, "Don't worry, Wildcat, this car is a bit too uncomfortable for all I wanna do to you," I let out a breath.
After he drove into the mansion, we got out of the car and slid into the house. Once inside, his hand gripped my wrist, and he pulled me close. "Your room or mine?"
Huh? For a second the question confused me.
I was trying to process the question when he added another option. "Or maybe the kitchen, just like the last time."
The kitchen would be the perfect spot for our forbidden atrocity but the thought of how Lucy interrupted us the last time crashed into my head, so I immediately declined. "No. My room is better."
