JESSICA I didn’t even think before the words slipped out of my mouth.“We’re getting married this weekend.”The room went still. I swear I could hear the beeping of the monitors louder than my own heartbeat. Liam froze against the pillows, his lashes fluttering as his tired eyes locked on me.“Wait… what?” His voice was rough, like gravel and exhaustion, but his gaze was sharp — confused, searching, almost like he thought he’d misheard me.I fidgeted with my ring, refusing to meet his eyes. My throat burned, but I pushed through it. “This weekend,” I said again, steadier this time. “No delays. No more waiting.”He blinked at me for a long moment before exhaling softly, dragging a hand down his face. “Jess…” His voice was softer now, careful, like he was trying not to spook me. “You’ve barely slept. You’ve been scared out of your mind. Are you sure this isn’t just..."“I almost lost you, Liam,” I blurted, louder than I meant to, and then my voice cracked halfway through his name. “I t
LIAMI shouldn’t have been driving that fast.I knew it.God, I knew it.But knowing didn’t matter. I couldn’t stop.Jessica’s smile was still in my head, looping like a song I couldn’t shut off — soft, unguarded, almost shy when I dropped her home from the airport. There was something in the way she’d looked at me… quiet, lingering, like she wasn’t ready to let go yet. And if I was honest, neither was I.I’d wanted to stay. I should’ve stayed.But then the phone rang.An urgent call from work. Numbers. Deadlines. A client losing their mind over something I couldn’t even care about. I barely listened, just muttered, “I’ll be there.” Because that’s who I was — the guy who showed up, no matter what.So I drove. Fast. Reckless. My mind wasn’t in the car at all. One hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gearshift, my head filled with nothing but the memory of her laugh — low, warm, the kind that reached into your chest and stayed there.I thought I had all the time in the world.I d
JESSICA I woke up smiling.The kind of smile you can’t control, the one that starts soft and then takes over your whole face. My fingers instantly reached for the ring on my left hand, tracing the delicate band like I still couldn’t believe it was real.Engaged. Again. To Liam.God, my chest felt too full.I lay there for a moment, replaying everything from last night... the lights, the ocean breeze, the way he went down on one knee like something out of a movie. And the look on his face. That stubborn, soft, beautiful look that said, You’re mine and I’m not letting you go.I was still lost in the memory when a low voice drifted across the room.“Well… someone’s glowing.”I startled and sat up, my hair probably a mess, only to find Liam leaning lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, bare chest on display, and hair perfectly imperfect like he’d just rolled out of bed.I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re staring.”He smirked. “I’m admiring.”I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him,
JESSICAI swear, my heart forgot how to work.“Oh my God… Liam. What the fuck are you doing right now?” My voice came out shaky, broken — somewhere between shock and panic.His head lifted slowly, and I caught that familiar look in his eyes — the one that always managed to undo me, no matter how mad I was at him.“Jess,” he said softly.I couldn’t breathe. My heels clicked against the hardwood as I rushed forward, my chest tight, my hands trembling. “Get up,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Please, get up. You don’t have to do this.”But he shook his head, slow and stubborn, the way he always did when he’d already made up his mind.“No,” he said quietly. “Please. Just… listen.”My stomach twisted so hard it hurt. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to stop him, to run, to not let him do this — because if he said the words I thought he was about to say, there was no coming back.His voice was rough when he spoke again, breaking just slightly at the edges.“I know the wedding we had…
JESSICAThe black car slowed to a stop in front of an upscale, dimly lit restaurant, and my heart instantly kicked up a notch.I opened the door carefully, my heels clicking softly against the pavement as I stepped out. The cool night breeze brushed against my bare back, raising goosebumps along my skin. I smoothed down the sides of my dress, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I tried to catch my breath.And then… I saw him.He was outside the restaurant with one hand shoved deep into his pocket, the other holding his phone loosely by his side. His dark suit fit him perfectly, the jacket unbuttoned, his tie loosened just enough to make him look dangerous in a way that didn’t feel accidental. His jaw was tense, sharp under the soft glow of the streetlights, his hair slightly messy, like he’d run his hands through it too many times.He was just watching me, his dark eyes locked on me with an intensity that made my breath stutter. Every step I took, every tiny movement—I fe
JESSICAI stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection like it might change if I squinted hard enough. My makeup was halfway done, my curls pinned loosely, my dress still hanging untouched in the closet. I wasn’t even sure if I liked my eyeliner.“Jessica, you’re overthinking again,” I muttered to myself, leaning in closer to inspect my wing. Ugh. Too sharp. I’d fix it in a minute.With a soft sigh, I padded out of the bathroom and down the hallway, barefoot, the wood cool against my skin. The apartment was quiet except for the low playlist I’d left running earlier, a soft R&B track humming faintly in the background. Liam had told me to “get ready” because he was taking me out tonight. And when Liam said that, it usually meant two things: trouble… and something expensive.The doorbell chimed.I frowned. That was weird. He wasn’t supposed to be here yet.Jogging lightly down the stairs, I brushed a curl from my cheek and unlocked the door—only to find… no one.Just a small b