Lyra
I was still on the balcony, my eyes sweeping over the place when I heard;
“Do you like it?”
I stilled.
I did not need to turn to know who’d asked that, but I did. Speech ready, I opened my mouth to blast him. Where the hell was I? Why had he brought me here? But the sight I saw stopped my words short. And not in a bad way. But also not in a way I hundred percent liked.
Lies. Laika snickered at the back of my mind.
My throat constricted around what little oxygen there was inside, and my heart hammered in a thousand palpitations against my ribcage.
Liam looked…different.
Different in so many ways. Was it the tanned sheen of his skin blazing under the island sun? Or was it the sweatpants he wore and the wet shirt that clung to his chest, highlighting his muscular frame? The bl
