I stayed in his arms longer than I should have. Maybe minutes. Maybe hours. I didn’t care.

My cheek rested against Liam’s chest, his heartbeat finally matching the rhythm of mine–steady, real, calming after the chaos.

His chin rested on my head, and he pressed the softest kiss into my hair.

Another.

And another.

I hadn’t realized how much I missed this, being near him, wrapped in his gravity. I could’ve stayed like that forever.

“I should go,” I whispered after a long ...