Arlene

The shrill ring of my phone shattered the moment, breaking the spell that had wrapped around us like a warm embrace.

My body stiffened as reality crashed in, but I was still lost in the sensation of Liam’s lips, firm, demanding, intoxicating.

I pulled away, my breath uneven, my heart slamming against my ribs. Heat rushed to my face as I stared at him, the taste of him lingering on my lips.

I could still feel the way he had held me, the way his fingers had threaded into my hair, the way his body had pressed against mine.

It wasn’t just a kiss.

It was him claiming me....