Liam stared at her without blinking, his jaw tight at her audacity.

“You’re imagining things,” he replied curtly, though his voice came out rougher than he intended.

She took a step back, a crooked smile appearing on her lips.

“That behavior of yours belongs to someone who has feelings, Liam. You love me,” she said, almost in a whisper. “But let me warn you about something: when you finally decide to accept what you feel, it might already be too late. Because I’m not yours alone.” She took a br