“Are you okay, love?” Liam asks. He is on top of me, still panting from the pleasure we just shared.

I smile at him, attempting to hide the turmoil raging within me–anxiety that I only feel every time we stop drowning in our pleasure.

“I am fine,” I lie.

Liam’s piercing eyes search mine, but instead of pressing further, he brushes a stray strand of my hair behind my ear. “I am not such a skilled conversationalist, but please know that I will listen to you, any time you want to talk about something.”

I beam at him and I hook my arms around his neck. “I always see you...