Emily wasn’t sure what she was doing.
Or maybe she was.
Maybe, for the first time in weeks, she was making a choice—one that had nothing to do with James Sterling and everything to do with herself.
Liam’s fingers brushed against her cheek, soft, careful.
He was waiting.
Waiting for her to pull away.
Waiting for her to say, “This is a mistake.”
But she didn’t.
Because for once, it didn’t feel like a mistake.
THE MOMENT THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING
Liam’s breath ghosted over Emily’s lips, warm and slow, the air between them thick with anticipation. His green eyes never left hers, watching, waiting. His hands stayed where they were—gentle but firm—resting lightly against her hips, fingertips pressing just enough to anchor her in place.
"You don’t have to do this," he murmured, his voice
