Pecan's pov
The morning light creeping through the window did little to ease the storm brewing inside me. My body still hummed with the lingering effects of last night, my heat had been intense, and the way Liam had stepped in to help me, to calm me, to handle my chaos... it stuck with me like an unspoken bond. No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, the memories of his presence, his soothing voice, the way he'd looked at me, wouldn't leave my mind.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw flashes of his face,his smirk as he teased me, his gentle words when he reassured me, and the undeniable fire in his eyes that told me, without saying a word, that he wanted something more. The way he'd held me in the middle of my madness, like he wasn't just helping me through an overwhelming moment, but was also protecting me, claiming me in some unspoken way.
