He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 905

Elsewhere in the city.

The romantic tension that had been building between Scarlett and Julian was thoroughly extinguished by Sylvia's chaotic phone call.

As the night deepened, the two looked at each other and simultaneously let out a helpless, amused sigh.

The hour was late, and Scarlett was already struggling to keep her eyes open. Julian had wanted to indulge in the intimacy they had been denied, but seeing the heavy exhaustion in her beautiful eyes, he couldn't bring himself to push her.

"Go to sleep, honey."

"We have to be at City Hall first thing in the morning. We have the rest of our lives for everything else."

Scarlett was practically sleepwalking by this point. His gentle words were all the permission she needed. Nestling into the crook of his arm, she fell into a deep, peaceful slumber almost instantly.

Julian gazed down at her relaxed features, listening to the soft, rhythmic sound of her breathing. A pool of profound affection melted in his eyes. So this was what it felt like to hold the love of his life as she slept—pure, unadulterated peace.

He stared at her for a long time. His arm eventually grew numb and ached, but he refused to pull it away from beneath her neck. Waves of exhaustion washed over him, yet he clung to this quiet intimacy, reluctant to close his eyes and miss a single second.

He watched her, feeling as though an eternity wouldn't be enough. But the longer he looked, the more the suppressed heat in his veins began to stir again.

Finally, unable to fight the physical torment any longer, he carefully slipped out of bed with bloodshot eyes and practically sprinted into the bathroom. A freezing cold shower was the only thing that could put out the fire.

There was no rush. We have the rest of our lives.

After tomorrow, Scarlett would officially, legally be his. They had decades ahead of them to share all those tender, passionate moments. They could take their time, savor every second, and do it as often as they liked.

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The next morning.

The couple was still sleeping soundly when Elara, having barely survived a sleepless night of anticipation, began pounding on their bedroom door.

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