Leah
My body ached all over as I turned on my side. My skin was clammy, the shirt clinging to my damp body. My throat parched, my head pounding with a persistent throb.
I thought I was going to die last night.
The room was dark, except for a little light that slipped through the gap of the tightly drawn curtains.
I blinked, seeing a figure sitting in a chair across from the bed, watching me.
My heart raced as I sat up. "Liam?" I whispered.
He didn't respond.
When he stood up and moved toward the window, I noticed he was taller. Too tall to be Liam. He yanked the curtains open. The sudden light made me squint, and I turned my face away.
My heart dropped when I saw the tattooed, bare back. It wasn't him.
I kissed Liam last night.
I remembered his hands, rough and possessive all
