Liam stayed over me for a while, his forehead pressed to my shoulder, his breath warm against my damp skin. Neither of us moved. The sheets were wet under my back, my hair was a disaster on the pillow, and the floor between the bathroom and the bed looked like we had tried to drown the room and got distracted halfway through.
I would have cared on a normal day.
Maybe.
Probably not.
Liam lifted his head first.
His eyes moved over my face, then down my throat, my collarbone, my ribs. Not hungry now. Not only hungry. He was checking. Counting. Looking for the places the day had left on me.
His jaw tightened.
I put two fingers against his mouth before he could even think about apologizing for things he had not done.
“No guilt hole,” I murmured.
His eyes snapped to mine.
My voice soun
