Liam’s POV

“Here,” Aliya smiled, handing me a cup of coffee. 

I locked eyes with her as I took the cup, my fingers brushing softly against hers, sending a jolt through my entire body. 

Just a single touch and I was somewhere else entirely in another dimension.

After taking a long sip, I set the cup down and met her calculating gaze.

“You didn’t wake me,” I said quietly.

“I didn’t have to,” she replied, sipping from her own cup.

We sat across from each other at her table, our eyes locked in a silence thick with unspoken tension and a  strange, lingering awkwardness I hadn’t realized existed until now....