Lyra
When I came to, the balcony was half deserted. I was no longer in Liam's arms, as I last remembered falling into them. Instead, I was propped up against the balcony railing, a jacket draped over me. A jacket that carried a scent that always wrecked havoc on my senses. Liam's.
It reminded me of something. The kiss. My lips tingled, and shame, along with the cool breeze, crawled down my neck.
Why did Liam kiss me like that? And worse... why did I kiss him back so willingly? Goddess, I was such a fool for giving in so wantonly.
You're awake. A voice came from nearby.
I looked up and saw Jonathan, Liam's beta, approaching. His brows were slightly furrowed in concern, his eyes roving over me, taking me in. Then he stretched a hand out and offered me a bottle of water.
Jonathan was
