Chapter 40 Possessiveness
- Liam
- I sat on the edge of the bed in the guest room, fingers curled around the hem of my shirt, twisting it slowly as if it could drain out the anxiety simmering in my chest.
- Dinner had been awkward as hell. Ronan didn’t say a word to me. He didn’t even look my way, like I wasn’t sitting just two chairs away from him. Like I hadn’t touched him, kissed him, begged for him like a fool in that elevator.