Maya's POV
I swallowed hard, my back pressed against the bathroom door as Liam's hands slid under my hoodie. His touch was insistent, possessive, and I couldn't think straight. My mind screamed at me to stop, to push him away, but my body betrayed me, responding to his kisses with a hunger I didn't understand.
"Ahh, I can't wait to taste this gorgeous body of yours," he murmured against my lips, his fingers tracing the edge of the scarf wrapped around my chest.
I tensed. "Liam, wait."
"Shh." He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hands working to untie the scarf. "Trust me."
I wanted to. I wanted to believe that this was right, that he was my mate and this was supposed to happen. But something felt off, wrong.
Before I could say anything else, there was a sharp knock on the door.
