The moment I pushed open the front door, the air in the apartment shifted. At first, I thought the soft sounds drifting from the living room were from the TV. But as I stepped inside and the door clicked shut behind me, I froze.

Liam, shirtless, half-naked and Isabella were tangled together on the couch, lips locked, bodies pressed so close there was barely space for air between them. His hand was already sliding up her thigh. Hers was fisted in his hair. They were almost about to have sex. Not ...