Chapter 39
- My arms were wrapped around Liam’s neck and my face against the heat of his chest as he carried me into my apartment building. I could feel his heartbeat, hard and reassuring under the stretch of the sweatshirt he had changed into… All that chaos earlier, reporters, the wild flashes of cameras—everything felt like a bad dream.
- “You okay?” he wheezed, his low, raspy voice in my ear.
- I nodded into him. “Yeah, I guess so”