Liara’s POV
The room felt like it was holding its breath.
Too warm.
Too quiet.
Too… charged, like someone plugged my emotions into a socket.
His face was just a few inches away from my own.
And my heart… it was pounding so hard. I’m sure even the hotel probably though that there was a concert happening on our floor.
I could not move.
Could not even blink.
Even swallowing felt like it was going to reveal every secret that was in my bloodstream.
His breathe was brushing on my cheek. It was soft. Warm. And filled with trouble. Tiny sparks danced on my skin like they were throwing a festival.
I was the one who pulled back first.
Barely.
Just enough to pretend I had self-control.
“This is too close,” I whispered.
He nodded… but didn’t move a single muscle either. “Yeah.”
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