The air inside the venue hadn’t cooled since the kiss. If anything, the heat had only grown thicker. Liam Black, the man known for calculated glances and cold detachment, had become someone else entirely tonight. Someone... touchy.
He didn’t let go of my hand. Not even once.
He whispered into my ear between tech presentations, his breath grazing my neck, making it nearly impossible to focus on anything but him. During speeches, he leaned over to murmur jokes only I could hear. Stolen kisses landed on my temple, my jawline, the corner of my mouth.
Liam Black had entered full PDA mode, and judging by the stunned glances we were getting, no one had seen it coming.
Not the press. Not the attendees. Not even me.
By the time the event wrapped up, I could barely remember half the speeches or
