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I just want to take a moment to say a huge, huge THANK YOU for picking up Liam and Jessicaās book. I'm so grateful you're here. We're already nearing 200 views, and for a brand-new book, that honestly means the world to me. This story is about pain and healing, yearning and forgiveness, and most of all... love that refuses to die quietly. Thank you for giving Liam and Jessica a chance. With all my love, O.Jā¤ļøā¤ļøš”JESSICA I practically dragged Ava by the hand into the hospital ward, weaving through nurses and carts and that persistent smell of antiseptic. My heart thudded harder than it shouldāveāequal parts guilt and adrenaline.āLetās go,ā I said, breathless. āIām not letting you play it down anymore.āAva mumbled something like, āJess, slow down,ā but I wasnāt having it. Not after everything sheād just told me. Not after weeks of me rambling about Liam and stolen kisses and every selfish thought while she carried this in silence.We turned into a private room, and just like that, Ava let go of my hand and rushed forward.āMom!ā she said, voice higher, brighter. āHow are you feeling?āHer motherāMrs. Carter to everyone but meālooked up from the hospital bed, cheeks flushed with life. āBetter now that I see you two still joined at the hip.āI laughed, but it caught halfway up my throat. The room was small, clinical, a little too quiet. One glance at the IV line and those scratchy sheets, an
JESSICA I got to the restaurant fifteen minutes early, because of course I did. Thatās who I am... nervous, overthinking, playing with the corner of the napkin like it might whisper the answers I couldnāt text out loud. The waitress smiled politely as I crossed and uncrossed my legs, phone buzzing softly in my lap, but none of the messages were from Liam.I hated that it bothered me.After everything last nightāhis hands, his mouth, the way he dried me off with that stupid fine ass towel like I was glass.It shouldāve been easy to sit here and wait, but it wasnāt. It felt like something was hanging between us still. Something heavy. Something new.āWould you like to order while you wait?ā the waitress asked, and I shook my head quickly.āIām waiting for someone,ā I said, offering a polite smile before texting Ava again. Iām already here. Donāt flake on me.I caught my reflection in the back of the spoon and smiled like a lunatic. I looked...lighter. Still tired. Still sore. But happ
Okay, I had to drop this note real quick because⦠WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?! ššš Like, is it just me, or did this chapter have you kicking your feet too?! Be honest. Personally? Iām a sucker for yearning. The slow burn. The little touches. The looking-but-not-saying. The āI made you pasta and kissed your shoulder and fed you with one fork like a man possessed by soft husband energyā kind of love??? Ugh. It gets me every. single. time. Iām literally throwing my legs up right now wishing I was in that shower with them ā yes, even when the shampoo got in Jessicaās eye. Worth it. But listen, lowkey⦠I need to know whatās going on in Liamās mind too. Because this man? All that husband material behavior?? Feeding her. Bathing her. Dressing her. Whispering "You're it for me" like it was nothing??? SIGN ME UP. Anyway, tell me what you're thinking, because Iām not okay. Iām not okay at ALL. Love & longing, ā Me, your author who is currently melting into a pillow over this fictional m
Sex will make a man do things you never thought he would.That thought drifted lazily across my mind as I stared at the ceiling, still breathless, still aching, still warm in places I didnāt know could hold heat for that long. My legs refused to move. My body buzzed, like someone had poured champagne into my veins.And him?He was gone.For a split second, panic flared in my chest ā but then I smelled it. Garlic. Butter. Parsley. Pasta. I blinked, confused. That scent didnāt belong in this house. Not on a random Tuesday morning. Not cooked by Liam, of all people.I slowly turned my head and checked my phone.7:36 AM.I sent a quick message to Ava.JESSICA: āCan we meet? Urgent. Please.āThat was all I could manage. I didnāt even know what I needed her for. I just... needed something outside of him. Something to remind me I was still tethered to the rest of the world.I slipped out of bed with a wince ā every step reminded me of last night. His mouth, his hands, his voice when he told
JESSICA His mouth took mine like he hadnāt kissed anyone in years. Like heād forgotten how to be soft. It was tongue and teeth and all. A kiss that tasted like a grudge. Like guilt. Like he needed to break me before I could break him. I moaned into it. Pathetic and breathless and so gone. My lips parted wider, gave him everything, let him devour me while my knees buckled and my fingers tangled in his shirt like Iād die if he let go. He didnāt. His body slammed into mine, pinning me to the bed. His hand curved around my jaw, tilting my head. Holding me exactly where he wanted me while his other hand slipped under my hoodieāfingertips skating over bare skin that was already burning. āYou wore this,ā he said against my lips, voice all gravel and grit. āLike you knew Iād lose it the second I saw you.ā āI hoped youād lose it.ā He chuckled, dark and dangerous. āCareful what you wish for, baby.ā He lifted me. My legs wrapped around him, instinctive, needy, already soaked. I c
LIAM Jessica walked slowly out of the hospital like she was balancing something heavy with every step. Each movement looked careful, like her bones might splinter under the weight of invisible pain. Her body looked too light, too hollow, and it made my stomach twist. Like if the wind dared to blow harder, it could take her with it. Stillāher chin was up. Stubborn as ever. The sun was warm on our skin, the sky clear in that careless, summer-kind-of-way. But Jessica shivered. Barely, but I saw it. I didnāt say anything. Just slid off my jacket and draped it over her shoulders. The sleeves nearly swallowed her whole. She didnāt resist. Just paused⦠and looked at me. That lookāGod. It wasnāt angry or cold like I half expected. It was tired, yes, but soft-eyed too. Like some part of her was still grateful. The nurse came out and handed me the discharge papers. I took them with a distracted nod, barely catching her words about prescriptions, follow-ups, and phone numbers. Ever