“Mads,” he says, his voice cracking as he stands beside me.
“What’s up?” I glance at him, noticing the fire in his eyes—the look that gives away how he really feels. Though things have been iffy between us, he’s his old self right now—the man who kissed me on my birthday and who watched me so intently as I danced. Right now, my Liam is standing beside me, close enough to touch and taste.
Turning around, I search his face and narrow my eyes, wanting him to spill whatever’s on his mind, but he says nothing. Instead, he carefully pulls me toward him, and my heart races at the serious way he’s looking at me.
Liam’s fingertips brush my cheek, and my eyes flutter closed as I melt into his gentle touch. Before I can whisper a word, his lips are pressed to mine, devouring me as I wrap my arms a
