Cecilia
I feel the weight of Liam's words hanging in the air, a tumultuous mix of anger and attraction filling the space between us. I keep my gaze steady, resisting the challenge he presents.
“I believe there are more mature ways to deal with anger than seeking comfort in someone.” My voice is firm, and I support my words with a challenging look.
Liam stares at me for a moment, as if processing my response. The attraction between us is undeniable, an electric current running through the air. He lets out a laugh that sounds more like mockery than anything else.
“No, I'm not talking about comfort, Cecilia. I'm talking about something much hotter.” His voice carries a deliberate coarseness, and his words hit like a slap.
The brutality of his next words leaves a bitter taste in the air.
