"Emily.” His voice was low. Gentle. Too gentle for someone who had ruined me just hours ago.

I stirred beneath the soft weight of the blanket, blinking up into Liam’s face. His expression was calm, but there was something behind his eyes, a flicker of last night’s hunger, now buried beneath polished restraint.

“We’re about to land,” he said. “You should get back to your seat.”

Right. The jet. The others. Reality.

I sat up slowly, my body still humming from everything we’d ...