Chapter 40
Maya’s POV
Warm breath ghosted against my neck.
For a second, I thought I was dreaming again.
That soft, husky whisper …“Did you miss me, baby?” slithered through the fog of sleep, curling into my bones.
My eyes fluttered open.
And there he was.
Liam.
Like for real.
His body pressed against mine, his arm draped lazily over my waist as if no time, no betrayal, no interviews existed between us.
His hair was damp, the faint scent of his cologne hitting my nose.
For a heartbeat, I forgot everything.
The lies.
The cameras.
The woman downstairs calling him fiancé.
It was just him.
My Liam.
“Hey…” His voice dropped, that teasing warmth I used to crave. “You look like you saw a ghost.”
I jerked away from his touch, sitting up so fast the blanket tangled around me.
