The scary part?
I'm actually letting my guard down when it comes to Liam.
Like… there were a hundred locks on my body. And somehow, that i***t—without permission—has managed to magically unlock at least eighty of them. Just like that. No warning. No keys.
I tried pinching the side of my thigh earlier—hoping it would shake me out of it.
But no. My body’s a traitor. It’s not listening to me anymore. Do I even own it at this point?
I don’t know.
I walked downstairs in the shortest, tightest dress I could find. The one that hugged every line of my waist with that little side cut-out detail that made it impossible to ignore.
Right before I could head out the front door, a maid hurried toward me.
“Ma’am,” she said with a polite smile, “would you like to have your breakfast now?”
The que
