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Chapter 60 The Only Language He Had Thaught
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2025-12-16 18:33:00The success of Liam’s exhibition had left a golden haze over the studio, but a subtle tension lingered. I tried to hide it, but I knew he noticed the way my smile would sometimes falter when my phone lit up with a work notification, or how my gaze would grow distant, lost in thoughts he could easily guess.
One evening, as we were cleaning up the last of the celebration glasses, I stared out the window at the neon-lit city skyline, my expression unreadable even to myself. I was thinking about him. About the life I’d left behind. Our sanctuary was starting to feel like a cage with invisible bars.
He came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.
"It's not enough, is it?" he said softly, his voice a gentle rumble near my ear.
I leaned back into him with a sigh, my hands coverin
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