Liam:
My head was still full of Alaria, her lips, the sound she made when I pressed her to me, the scent of her skin when she was that close.
It was still on the fact that she was the one who initiated the kiss that the two of us looked at one another with such complexion chemistry that I didn't even know that I missed until now.
I told myself I needed to walk it off. I told myself that I would be able to distract myself from thinking about it. Instead, my feet carried me upstairs to a door I hadn’t intended to approach.
Anastasia’s room.
Though she still has yet to acknowledge me as her father, at least she no longer saw me as an enemy.
The light was dim inside, her little form curled up under the blankets with a stuffed fox tucked in her arms. She wasn’t asleep yet; her eyes blinke
