Arlene
The moment Liam’s lips pressed against mine, my breath caught in my throat. It wasn’t the kiss itself that startled me. I had expected something like this from him at some point.
It was the way he did it. Effortless. Smooth. Like he had kissed me a thousand times before and knew exactly how to steal the air from my lungs.
For a second, my hands stiffened against his chest, my brain scrambling to process what was happening. Then I remembered his words— Someone is watching.
I forced myself to relax, tilting my head slightly as if melting into the kiss, even though my heart was hammering wildly in my chest.
My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, the warmth of his body seeping through the thin material.
I didn’t know what was more overwhelming, the kiss itself or the way
