As their lips parted, Isla felt dizzy, her head spinning from the intensity of the kiss. She pressed her forehead against Liam's, the warmth of his skin a comforting balm against her racing thoughts. She was grateful for her tall 6 '0 frame - as it helped her to easily rest her forehead against the 6' 3 feet tall guy like Liam Lockwood, without having to stand on her tiptoes or strain her neck much.
"Thank you," she breathed against his lips, her voice barely audible. "Thank you for everything you have done for me, Mr. Lockwood. But please, don't do any other favors for me."
Liam's eyes, those striking blue orbs that had captivated her from the start, looked at her with hurt and disbelief. Isla felt a pang of guilt, but she knew she had to set boundaries - before she got in much greater trouble.
She swallowed hard, trying to compose herself. "Goodnight," she said, her voice firm but barely above a whisper.
With that, she pulled back and turned to her car, leaving Liam standing alone
