Julia likes playing with fire. Her eyes shine a particular light every time she teases me.
It must be part of her character, but I wonder if she's doing it only to make me lose my mind.
She walked to me, pretending to be surrendering to the bond. Yet, when she reached me, she pecked my cheek and decided to endure it.
There's no need to suffer: I can help her. And I've regained control over myself, so it won't be dangerous. However, she turned around and strolled to the bathroom with a light heart.
Only to come out of it wearing a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She has packed her clothes back in the bags and leaned everything on a chair.
Her heart hasn't slowed down, but she's ignoring it.
«Come here, Julia,» I say while opening the wardrobe wide.
I move the clothes from one side to the other and let her have half of the place. I don't need this much space regardless.
