Olivia’s POV
2 days ater...
I lay quietly in the warmth of Liam’s arms, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath my cheek. The nightmare of the k********g still lingered in flashes, but this—this moment—felt like the safest place in the world.
When I was taken, I didn’t think of fear first. I thought of him. Of how much I missed him. Of how incomplete I felt without hearing his voice, seeing that protective spark in his eyes. Even in the chaos, all I wanted was him.
I realized something then. The security, the strength Liam gives me—it’s more than just physical protection. It’s love. Maybe we don’t talk about it enough. Maybe we both pretend it’s just about keeping each other safe. But deep down, I know.
Even if our moments together are short and fleeting, they’re powerful enough
