Liam's POV.
The heat pressed against my skin like sin, soaking into every inch of me, even as the shower pounded cold water on my back.
Didn’t matter.
Even if the water turned to ice, it wouldn’t cool the fire burning in my head.
Scarlette.
Scarlette, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And not in that overused, lazy way people describe beauty. No. I mean unreal. Divine. Her curves weren’t made—they were sculpted. Her waist, her thighs, her skin… God, her skin. Smooth, soft, glowing like it had been kissed by gold.
And that voice—f**k me. It echoes in my skull even now. Like bells. Like temptation itself giggling inside me.
What kind of cruel joke is it, huh? That a woman like that ended up with My brother.
The same fool who treats her like a checklist.
Who wears his pride li
