JESSICAI walked out of that restaurant like my heels were on fire. Each click against the marble echoed louder than my heartbeat, but not louder than the silence Liam left me with.I didn’t glance back. Couldn’t. My fingers curled tighter around my purse, holding it like it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart.I yanked the car door open and slammed it shut, the sound satisfying in a stupid, petty way. It wasn’t him I was mad at.It was me."What the hell were you expecting, Jessica?" I muttered, stabbing the ignition with my key. "A confession? A promise? A miracle?"The car hummed to life as city lights danced on the windshield, blurring through the tears I refused to let fall.I blinked hard and tightened my grip on the wheel. No crying. Not again. Not over him.I merged into traffic, one hand on the wheel, the other gripping my thigh to keep from shaking.I hated how easily Liam could unravel me with a few soft words and a casual smile.Hated that even when he tried t
LIAMI got there too early.Too damn early.The waiter came by twice to refill a glass of water I hadn't even touched. Just kept standing there with this polite smile, like he could tell I was spiraling.My hands wouldn’t stay still. Kept dragging down my face, rubbing the back of my neck, tapping on the table like that’d stop the clock from ticking so loudly in my chest.Twenty-seven minutes. That’s how long I’d been sitting there. Watching every couple laugh like the world wasn’t ending. Like it wasn’t possible to completely screw something up in a single night.And then she walked in.Jessica.Shit.She was still wearing the same makeup from yesterday. Not smudged. Not perfect either. Just… there. And beautiful in that quiet, cruel way, the kind of beautiful that didn’t care if I noticed.But God, I did now. Every inch. Every flick of her eyes when they landed on me and didn’t soften.She didn’t dress up. Didn’t smile. Her hair was tied back like an afterthought, and still, she loo
JESSICAI woke up in Liam’s bed.The first thing I noticed was the cold. Not just the sheets, but the air around me. That quiet, echoing silence that practically screamed, You’re alone.My fingers instinctively reached for him, still half asleep, but they only met a mess of wrinkled cotton and leftover body heat.He was gone.And the crazy part? I wasn’t confused. Not even a little. I was… disappointed.“Fuck you, Liam,” I muttered, flopping onto my back with a groan. My body ached in that too-much-fun, too-much-feeling kind of way. Thighs sore. Heart sore.I blinked at the ceiling, trying to shake off the hazy mess of last night.The sound of his voice, the way his hands moved like he already knew me. I didn’t even try to smile. That would’ve required hope. Or closure. Or something I clearly wasn’t getting.I sat up slowly, wincing. My hair was a tangled mess. The sunlight filtering in through his curtains made everything feel exposed.His scent still hung in the air… fresh and clean
LIAMI shot up in bed, heart pounding like a war drum. Sweat clung to my skin, breath shallow and fast. For a second, I didn’t know where the hell I was.Then I saw her.Jessica.Lying beside me, tangled in sheets that barely covered her naked body.My stomach twisted. What the actual hell did I do?Memories slammed into me, her moans and the way she clung to me and begged me not to stop. That smile she gave afterward, like I’d handed her the whole world.I could still feel her fingernails dragging down my back. My skin burned with the memory.God.I ran a hand over my face, trying to scrub the regret off. Panic crawled up my spine, fast and relentless. I moved without thinking… pants, shirt, shoes, wallet.Every sound felt too loud in the stillness of my room. My heartbeat. The rustle of clothes. The click of my belt.I didn’t let myself look at her again.Not until I reached the door.She was still asleep. Peaceful. Unbothered. Trusting in a way that made my chest ache.Beautiful.I
JESSICAHe smelled like whiskey and regret, and I hated how much I still loved that scent on him.I told myself I wouldn’t do this. Wouldn’t hold him like I still had the right. Wouldn’t let myself get swallowed whole by the storm that was Liam Wilson.But him falling apart?It undid me.Every damn time.His tongue brushed mine, rough and desperate.His tears tasted like guilt, like pain, like a hundred things I could never fix but still tried to. My fingers found his jaw, clenched tight, and I kissed him back like I was drowning in him. Because I was.He’s drunk, I thought. He doesn’t mean this.But then again, drunk actions are sober thoughts, and if this was what lived in the corners of his heart when he wasn’t guarding it...God help me, I didn’t want to stop him.We broke apart only when we had to. Our lips swollen. Breaths shattered. Eyes wide and dazed, like we’d both come out of something much deeper than a kiss.His forehead pressed to mine. Voice hoarse. “Tell me to stop.”I
JESSICA“Liam?” I whispered, even though the silence between us was already loud enough to choke on.He didn’t look at me. He clutched his phone like he needed it to anchor him to the earth. The screen was black. Probably dead. Like whatever was left inside him.“I can’t breathe, Jess,” he murmured, voice thick and low. “I can’t… fucking breathe.”And just like that, my heart cracked.I reached for the glass of water on the coffee table and held it up to him.“Here,” I said softly. “Just sip, okay?”He took it without looking at me, hands trembling, and I watched him drink like his throat was on fire.I reached for his face next, gently wiping the sweat off his brow with the sleeve of my hoodie.He didn’t flinch. That was something. He just closed his eyes like he needed the break from the world, like maybe my touch could shut it all out for a second.And maybe that’s why I stayed still.He was broken.But God, I’d always wanted to be the one who helped him put himself back together.