Chapter 28 Better Than Fictional Romance

• Liam wasn’t thinking about breakfast or his father. Or even the looming threat of betrayal.
• He was thinking about her mouth. Her lips.
• It's not like they haven't kissed before. But it was how she’d pressed into him like she owned every part of him. How her fingers had curled in his shirt, possessive. How her breath had trembled against his cheek when she whispered, ‘You said you’d be my dog, right? So start acting like one.’