Chapter 48 His Possesive Lioness

• After our delicious Mexican treat with Six and his daughter, we retire to Julian’s bedroom to listen to his grandfather’s CD. This is why I love old songs. They evoke feelings of nostalgia and serenity.
• “He used to be in a band,” Julian says, referring to his grandfather. I’m leaning against his chest on the bed.
• “The Outlaws, yes. He was the vocalist.” I run my palm across his chest. “Hey, I enjoy getting to know more about you.”