Julian felt a bit conflicted. Should he push him away? Should he scream? Being in a space alone with Zane reminded Julian of the Emperor's oppressive mind games.
His face flushed, not softly, but in shame as he recalled the embarrassing moments subconsciously.
He hated them.
"I didn't come here to flirt, though your blush is quite tempting," Zane said, his voice dropping into a smooth, serious tone.
"I'm not blushing," Julian shot back. "And get away from me. You're not supposed to be in this library."
"Haha, I go wherever I want," Zane said, sounding the least bit intimidated.
Then, he leaned down, resting his tanned, dry palms on the desk, his frame hovering over Julian oppressively.
He was not the same size as the Duke, but they shared a similar height and build.
