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Liam slowly opened his eyes, wondering if he was going to see last night had been a dream. He was laying on top of a blue comforter in his jeans with his shirt tossed onto the end of the bed. But the way Elsa’s smell surrounded him, told him he hadn’t dreamed having her come apart in his arms. That had happened.
But what about you?
Did he regret giving her pleasure? He’d given her the escape she’d needed.
That wasn’t the question. Why are you still holding back?
Later, he pushed the thoughts away, just as he’d done for the past month.
It was her feelings that mattered now. But where had she gone?
For a split second, a zip of panic flew through him that she’d left, but then the rattle of pipes registered. “Shower,” he murmured, wishing he had the balls to join her.
But since he
