SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
I didn’t leave his room feeling ashamed. Nah. I walked out with my head held high, heels clicking softly against the hotel corridor like I owned the damn place. Because the truth? That night with Liam — it was everything. It had to be the best s*x I’ve had in... damn, forever. Maybe even ever.
And yeah, maybe I was a little drunk. Maybe my brain was a little foggy. But my body knew what it wanted, and that night, it wanted Liam Foster.
There was something about the way he handled me. Not just rough or fast, but with this careful kind of passion. Like I wasn’t just a one-night stand. Like he saw right through all the armor I’d built up and didn’t mind getting close anyway. But then again, I didn’t need any emotional strings. I didn’t go there for love. It was a dam
