~~Scarlette~~
The morning sunlight slipped through the window, hitting my face. I must’ve forgotten to pull the curtains last night. Or maybe not. Maybe it was intentional. After all… me and Liam? What happened wasn’t just s*x. It was chaos. A psychological meltdown disguised as pleasure.
I let myself drift last night. I let him have all of me. Mind. Body. And right now, my head’s a mess—but the scary part? It feels good.
I slowly sat up, my palm pressed lightly against Liam’s chest, hoping not to wake him as I slipped off the bed. Maybe I could sneak into the bathroom, fix myself, then make breakfast—anything to avoid that poison Emelia served me yesterday.
But before I could fully move, I felt his hand slide lazily across my back, pulling me back into him.
“Morning, Brownie…” he mur
