The house is finally quiet.Our son sleeps in the nursery down the hall, the monitor glowing soft green on the nightstand. The security feeds run silent in the background. For the first time in months there is no immediate threat, no countdown, no one waiting for us to drop our guard. Just the two of us in the wide bed we have claimed as ours, the low light of the bedside lamp painting gold across Liam’s bare shoulders.I am already hard when he turns to me. The pregnancy and the birth changed my body—softer in places, more sensitive everywhere—but the want never left. If anything it burned cleaner once the shame finally burned out.“Come here,” I tell him, voice rough.Liam moves over me without hesitation. His mouth finds mine in a deep, open kiss that tastes like the whiskey we shared earlier and pure hunger. I open for him immediately, tongue sliding against his, hands already mapping the hard lines of his back, the ridges of old scars, the warm skin I have memorized and still can
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