Arlene
The shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment, breaking the spell that had wrapped around us like a warm embrace.
My body stiffened as reality crashed in, but I was still lost in the sensation of Liam’s lips, firm, demanding, intoxicating.
I pulled away, my breath uneven, my heart slamming against my ribs. Heat rushed to my face as I stared at him, the taste of him lingering on my lips.
I could still feel the way he had held me, the way his fingers had threaded into my hair, the way his body had pressed against mine.
It wasn’t just a kiss.
It was him claiming me. And by hell, I enjoyed it. I can’t be seen admitting this, but Liam was doing things to me that were completely disproportionate.
And the worst part? I had let him. No, I had wanted it.
I had melted into him, kis
