Liam stared at her while his fingers slowly began undoing one of the buttons on her shirt, almost reverently. Olivia’s gaze dropped to his hands, nervous.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Liam asked, his voice low, warm, seductive.

She obeyed.

“I created this distrust in you,” he continued, opening another button. “Every time you noticed my feelings and I told you not to get your hopes up... because everything was fake...” He took a deep breath, undoing another button as he looked at her with raw sinc