They'd kissed dozens of times—heated encounters in elevators, desperate grasping in the dark, the practiced performance of affection at public events. But at 3:47 AM, with Sophia awake beside him and the city sleeping below, Liam realized they'd never actually kissed. Not really. Not in the way that mattered.She sat curled in the window seat overlooking Central Park, wrapped in one of his shirts, her hand resting on the barely-there curve of her belly. The moon painted her in silver and shadow, making her look like something from a dream he'd never dared to have. She hadn't been able to sleep—neither of them had—and instead of pretending, instead of maintaining the fiction that they were fine, she'd simply gotten up and sat vigil over the city while demons circled. Liam had watched her for twenty minut
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