The first semester in Oxford has already started. Balancing between studying to become a lawyer and life in general, Julia Eden has found herself sitting across from a shrink, or in better words: a psychologist.
It only gets worse when the old man s...
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Neal kissed her back, knowing that she just wanted to make Noah jealous. He simply couldn't resist leaning closer and letting Julia's lips touch his. It was slow and soft, the brushing of her lips the complete opposite to the words they had shared a while before. She tasted sweet, like alcohol, custard and slightly like blueberry. She smelled even better; like amber, vanilla and comfort. If they had been in the privacy of a room, Neal would have run his face all over her buttery blonde hair to just savour the scent. He could be such a creep at times.
But they didn't have any privacy and she was using him to make some other boy jealous. Even through the searing tenderness, Neal pulled back.
Julia gazed back through half-shut eyes, her bee-stung lips swollen and red from the kiss, looking so kissable. Then she turned nonchalantly to the left where Noah Clarke, stood, staring at them with a deadpan expression before turning back to his friends. That gave Neal time to readjust his jeans.
When she looked back at Neal, his gray eyes were distant. Almost against his will, he muttered an apology.
"I am too," Julia murmured, pulling herself away, dropping her hands from his warmth. "It's probably better if we just stay friends."
He inclined his head, defeated, and afterward, smiled. Julia's lips curled up slightly. Neal's air was a very quick and subtle display of shocked and offended pride but he hid it well. Rejection, defame and Julia Eden's selfishness were amateurish but to her, accurate for this circumstance. She was such a bitch to not even feel guilty for her actions.
"I think I should probably leave now. It's getting late." Neal looked down at the stainless steel rolex around his wrist.
"If you want..." Julia trailed off when Noah Clarke swooped in. He didn't say anything but his presence was so prominent that they had turned mute.
"Are you leaving already?" Noah's bushy eyebrows came together when his brown eyes fell on both Noah and Julia. He stood casually, only a few centimetres taller than Neal, his hands inside the pockets of his hoodie. "Chelle just set the tables with my brother. You can stay for dinner."
"Another day, Clarke."
"Your friend is no fun, Jules." That was Luke Dean, Jonathan's twin, standing right behind Noah with his trimmed hair in an impeccable quiff. He was probably stoned out of his mind and planning to say something absolutely inappropriate.
To save Neal from the humiliation, Julia sighed, "It's okay. Neal has work to do."
"You're working after ten. Man, you need to smoke some pot and take a chill pill. Come on," Luke grunted, nodding his head towards the tables at the far right of the terrace, his brown eyes strangely wide.
