Mia rested against Liam, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest as they lay together in the dim motel room. The morning light had softened, casting warm hues across the walls. For the first time in years, she felt safe.
Liam’s hand slid over hers, his grip firm yet gentle. “What’s on your mind?”
She hesitated. Everything. Adrian. The past. The fact that she was here, wrapped in Liam’s arms, while danger lurked just outside this moment.
But she didn’t want to talk about fear. Not now.
She tilted her head, meeting his gaze. “Us.”
Liam’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “Yeah?”
Mia exhaled, shifting so she was half on top of him, her fingers splayed over his heart. It beat steady beneath her touch. “How are we supposed to make this work when the world is against us?”
Li
