Liam's abrupt stop startled me, but when he reached for my hand and turned to look me in the eye, his expression had softened."Emily," he said, his voice was low and intimate. "I love you. I've loved you from the very first day I saw you. And I know we've had our ups and downs, but I can't shake this feeling that there's something between us, something that won't go away, no matter how hard I try."His gaze burned into me, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest.As he confessed his love for me, I was speechless. All I could do was gaze into his eyes, my heart racing as I struggled to process what he'd just revealed.Without another word, he drew closer to me, his lips pressing against mine with an intensity that took my breath away. The world seemed to slow down as Liam's lips met mine, his kiss fierce and passionate, as if all the emotion he'd been holding back was finally spilling out. My breath caught in my throat as I surrendered to the intensity of the moment, letting my
Ethan was deeply engrossed in his book. "Ethan, I've hardly seen you since I got back, so I wanted to check on you," I tried to sound as friendly and nonchalant as possible.Ethan looked up from his book, his eyes meeting mine for a moment before he returned to his reading. "I've been busy with work." His tone was cold and distant.I suppressed a sigh, feeling a wave of frustration wash over me. Why was he being so closed off all of a sudden?Trying to hide my disappointment, I pressed on. "Okay, no problem. Would you like me to make you anything to eat? I'm happy to whip up a quick meal if you're hungry."Ethan shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the pages of his book. "No, thanks. I've already ordered and eaten something." His tone was disinterested.I fought the urge to roll my eyes. It was like talking to a brick wall! I couldn't help but wonder what had changed again.The tension in the air was palpable as Ethan continued to rebuff my attempts at conversation. "Don't forget
"I'm sorry about how I spoke to you the other day," he apologized, his voice cracking slightly. "I wasn't in a good mood, and I'm always taking my aggression out on you. That's not fair, and I know it. I'm sorry, Emily." As he spoke, his words dripped with intensity, and I couldn't help but cast my gaze downward. He closed the distance between us, his presence suffocating, making my breath catch in my throat. His hand grasped my jaw, gently but firmly, lifting my face to meet his piercing stare. I was paralyzed, frozen in time, as if the world had come to a standstill. The moment hung heavy, like a precipice, waiting to plummet into chaos. I felt trapped, unable to look away, as his eyes bore into mine. My voice was barely audible as I finally found the courage to speak. 'Yes, I forgive you,' I whispered, taking a step back from him, desperate to break the spell. His hand fell away from my jaw, leaving a palpable absence, like a phantom limb. I hastened upstairs, my thoughts racing
Ethan led us through the bustling airport, his presence commanding and effortless. I followed him, trying to keep my nerves under control as we approached the security checkpoint. The lines were long, and we waited patiently for our turn to scan our luggage. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it was our turn. Ethan went first, his bag sailing through the X-ray machine without a hitch. As I was about to follow, I heard the announcement: our flight had been delayed by an hour. I sighed, glancing over at Ethan to see his reaction. Ethan's face remained impassive as if the news of the delay had barely registered. He adjusted his suit jacket, glancing down at his phone before tucking it back into his pocket. I was starting to get a sense that Ethan was always like this, controlled and unreadable. It was frustrating but also intriguing. There was something magnetic about his mystery, something that made me want to peel back the layers and discover what lay beneath. We moved
He released my hands and settled into the passenger seat, while I took my place in the front seat, feeling a pang of disappointment wash over me. I couldn't help but wonder if I had misread the moment or if I had misinterpreted his intentions. But to my surprise, he didn't seem to notice my discomfort, or if he did, he didn't let it show, his expression serene and calm, putting me at ease despite my inner turmoil. As the car began to move, I focused on the road ahead, trying to shake off the feeling of disappointment. But my mind kept wandering back to the moment we shared, the touch of his hands, the intensity of his gaze. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be close to him, to feel his presence, to be the one he turned to. But I pushed those thoughts aside, reminding myself of my loyalty to my sister, and of the boundaries I couldn't cross. The silence in the car was comfortable, but my mind was a whirlwind of emotions, all centered around the man sitting behind me.
Emily's POV Ethan's gaze lingered on me, his expression a mix of surprise and disapproval. I felt a surge of shyness, wondering if it was the robe that had caught his attention. His words dripped with reprimand: "Don't forget, you're here with your boss. This isn't a vacation. Put on something decent, and let's go out for some fresh air. I need the evening breeze." With that, he turned and walked away, leaving me feeling embarrassed and chastised. My cheeks flushed with heat as I hastily got dressed, the sting of his words lingering like a rebuke. I swiftly swapped the robe for a simple yet elegant flair gown, ran a comb through my hair to tame the tangles, and headed to the sitting room to meet Ethan. As I entered, I saw him standing by the window, gazing out at the evening sky. The soft light cast a warm glow on his features, and for a moment, I forgot about the tension between us. But as our eyes met, I remembered the awkwardness and felt a flutter in my chest. "Ready?" He
"I can't believe her," I thought to myself, shaking my head in disbelief as I sat on the couch, still trying to process the chaos that had just ensued. One minute we were having a decent conversation, and the next, she was tumbling into the pool, phone and all. I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. I had never seen someone so careless and accident-prone in my life. And to top it off, she had the nerve to call me by my last name, Smith, like she was trying to get under my skin. I sighed heavily, wondering how I was going to put up with her for the rest of the evening. I grudgingly admitted to myself that despite my frustration, I couldn't ignore the sight of her shivering like a leaf. Something about it tugged at me, and I found myself wanting to help her, even if I didn't want to admit it. "No, Ethan, don't be ridiculous," I thought, chastising myself for even considering making her a hot coffee. But the image of her shivering persisted, and I reluctantly reached for th
Emily POVI was nervous as I got ready for dinner with Williams. He had said he had something important to tell me, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was what I was hoping it would be. We had been together for eight months, and I had started to daydream about the possibility of a future together. As I put the finishing touches on my outfit, I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. I told myself that I was probably overthinking things, but I couldn't help but hope he would ask me the question I'd been waiting for. I couldn't deny that I had strong feelings for Williams. Even though we had only been together for eight months, I had fallen head over heels for him. He was charming, funny, and sweet, and I couldn't imagine being with anyone else. I felt like a teenager with a schoolgirl crush, and the thought of him asking me to spend the rest of my life with him made my heart flutter. I was ready to say yes, no matter what. I arrived at the restaurant a few minutes late,