Liam entered the room, his heart pounding as he saw Olivia curled up in a sloped chair, fast asleep. The sight of her, even in sleep, made his chest tighten with emotions he couldn’t describe. It had been four long months without her, without hearing her voice or feeling her warmth.
He crouched down beside her, brushing a few loose strands of hair away from her face. She looked exhausted, fragile yet breathtakingly beautiful. Leaning in, he pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"You always come…" she murmured in her sleep, her lips barely moving.
Liam’s breath hitched. Was she dreaming of him?
He couldn't resist. He kissed her eyelids next, soft and lingering.
Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep. She blinked up at him, confusion flickering across her face.
"Stupid dream
