Morning came quickly as the rays of the Sun seeped in from the window blinds.
I should’ve been restless. After what happened with Mia last night after the way I kissed her, after the way she’d pulled back I should’ve been pacing the floors, unable to sleep.
Instead, I’d slept like a man who’d dropped a weight he didn’t realize he’d been carrying.
And that terrified me.
Because it wasn’t the kiss itself that haunted me it was the peace that came after. The kind of peace I’d never known. The kind of peace I couldn’t afford.
When I caught my reflection in the bathroom mirror that morning, I barely recognized the man staring back. Sharp suit, hard eyes, perfectly knotted tie. On the outside, I was the same Liam Wolfe I’d always been. But inside? Cracks.
Cracks I couldn’t let her see.
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