Liam’s POV
I drifted in that hazy space between sleep and wakefulness, my mind caught in the remnants of last night. The memories played in loops, wrapping around me like a warm cocoon. I had no desire to open my eyes, content to lose myself in every lingering sensation.
Every touch. Every taste. I wanted to experience it all over again. If there had ever been any doubt, last night had solidified what I already knew—my angel was perfect for us. And no matter how much time we had together, it would never be enough. Even without crossing that final threshold, I had been left utterly satisfied. Watching her unravel at my touch had been more fulfilling than I could have imagined.
When I’d waited for Lia to come to my room, I hadn’t dared to hope for more than just spending the night in each
