Chapter 197 The Heat Under His Palm

The storm gushed inside, carrying with it Julian's searing hot, ragged breaths. Aside from those times in bed, Rosalie had never seen him this out of breath. "Still hurting?" His voice was tight. She shook her head hard, tears nearly spilling. All of a sudden, she wanted to throw herself into his arms, but the moment her hand reached out, he blocked it. "The rain's too heavy," he said in a low voice. "Climb over to the passenger seat." She obeyed without a fuss, scrambling over on hands and knees. Julian slid into the driver's seat and, without hesitation, yanked off his rain-soaked black T-shirt. His solid torso was bared in the dim light, muscles sharply cut, every line radiating raw strength. His masculinity filled the space in an instant. He wrung out the shirt, using it to roughly towel down his hair and face. His movements were wild and unrestrained. "From now on, I'll be watching every meal. No more forgetting," he said. Rosalie sniffled softly, eyes on him. "You didn'