The morning light crawled softly across the bedroom floor, painting the room in warm, golden hues. For the first time in awhile, the dawn didn't bring a sense of impending dread. I woke up slowly, tangling my legs in the high-thread-count sheets, feeling an incredible, grounded sense of strength humming beneath my skin. The interview was over. The truth was out. I was still here, and I was whole.
I rolled over onto my side, propping my head up with one hand to look at the man sleeping soundly beside me.
Liam was stretched out on his back, the dark stubble along his jaw stark against the white pillowcase. The duvet had pooled around his hips, leaving his bare chest and the deep, defined valleys of his abs completely exposed. He looked peaceful, the fierce, lethal edge he usually carried m
