Leah
I gripped the sheets tightly as Liam's weight pressed me into the mattress.
It had been so long since he touched me that I almost forgot what it felt like. But the warmth I craved was absent.
It didn't feel like we were making love. It felt like... like he was doing me a favour.
I reached out, my fingers brushing against his back, trying to pull him closer. He stiffened under my touch, his body jerking slightly. I bit the inside of my cheek, swallowing the sting of his rejection.
"Harder," I sighed, frustrated as I bucked my hips, desperate for any scrap of connection.
"You're so f*****g hard to please," he muttered, irritation evident in his tone.
I shut my eyes, determined to feel something, anything but the cold emptiness between us. Finally I felt something. A faint spark
