Then as they stared at each other, out of nowhere something else clicked in Liam mind as his eyes darkened as he asked in a sour tone “What about your so called fiancé? You have not kissed him before?”
Elena stiffened, her breath catching at Liam’s words. The air between them grew heavier, charged with an unspoken tension that sent a shiver down her spine.
“My… fiancé?” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper, remembering the small lie she had said I the beginning which had completely slipped her mind in these past few days.
Liam’s jaw clenched as he took a step closer, his piercing gaze never leaving hers. “You’re engaged, aren’t you?” His tone was sharp, almost accusing. “And yet, you’ve never kissed him?”
Elena swallowed hard, suddenly feeling trapped between his presence and the cold railing behind her. “It’s… complicated.”<
