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“Jesus—!” There was a pause, then his voice again, calmer this time, almost amused. “Good to hear from you too.” I pressed my lips together, exhaling slowly as I forced my heartbeat back down. “What do you want, Liam?” “You hung up on me.” “Yes,” I said flatly. “That was intentional.” There was a slight pause on the other end. “I figured.” I moved further into my room, pushing the door open with my shoulder. “So?”

he said, a teasing lilt in his voice. We fell into a comfortable silence, the sound of the engine humming softly in the background. That was until Liam reached over and turned on the radio. What I expected: pop, maybe some hip-hop, or one of those generic Top 40 stations everyone listens to. What I got: a full-on rock anthem, complete with heavy guitar riffs and screaming vocals. I stared at him, wide-eyed. “You listen to this?” “What? You don’t like it?” he asked, glancing at me with mock offense.

We had fallen asleep on the lounge chair outside cuddling and watching the stairs while listening to the soft tones of the ocean. Baby. Liam says kissing my hair. I loved his voice in the middle of the night, all deep and gravelly. I loved it even more after he'd had a middle-of-the-night orgasm. His voice was always deeper after he'd come, his words delivered more slowly. He was impossibly sexier. "Uhnmm." I moaned snuggling and inhaling his neck. His hand starts to go off massaging my ass and my cell phone rings cutting us off. I check to see it's my sister calling on FaceTime probably Rose.

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We decided to take one car since our moms have become close friends again. I look over at Liam from the backseat and see the slight smile on his face, and when he looks at me, his smile widens. “I love you,” he mouths, a blush covering his cheeks. “I love you too,” I reply and squeeze his hand, running my thumb across the inside of his palm and bringing his hand up to my lips to kiss it. “If you feel like you’re losing it up there, find me and focus on me.” He nods and takes a deep breath; I can tell he’s incredibly nervous but not only about doing this speech but how everyone will react to him.

His gut twisted as he answered. “You’re cutting it close,” a cold voice said. “We don’t tolerate delays.” “I just—needed a window,” Liam muttered. His throat was tight. “I’ll get it done.” “You’d better.” The voice sharpened. “Because your sister won’t be so lucky next time.” The call ended. Silence pressed in. He sat there, motionless, the hum of his fridge the only sound. His hand shook as he picked up the USB again. It was small, harmless-looking, yet it felt like a loaded weapon.

I watched Liam reach into his pocket, pulling out a sleek device and attaching a single black AirPod to his ear with a flick of his wrist. “Are you done?” he said into the line. He didn't stop styling his hair, his eyes were still locked on mine through the mirror’s reflection. His gaze was predatory, as if he were tracking a rabbit in the brush. The person on the other end spoke. I couldn't hear them, but I saw the way Liam’s jaw clenched, the muscle leaping under his skin. He let out a long, weary sigh.

Screams echoed from the wine cellar. Linda and Tom. “Marcus! Kevin! Where are you?” “Liam! What happened?” “What’s with that alarm?” But no one answered them. My private messages pinged. [Liam: Done.] [Liam: Is there room in the studio now?] [Liam: I’m on my way.] His tone was smug. Like he’d just taken out the trash. [Liam: See? My teleport ability is so useful. If we work together, we can easily take care of the rest.]

LIAM All my nights are lonely nights. And this one is not different from the rest at all. I hardly sleep, thanks to the curse flowing in my veins. For me, sleep is nothing but a gateway for the voices in my head to attack me. The highest sleep time record I have ever achieved is just fifteen minutes, so I wouldn't call it a sleep but a nap instead.

“Thank you.” “You're always welcome, Mrs. Liam.” I groaned, rolling my eyes in disapproval. “My name is Amber. Please call me Amber. I'm tired of this Mrs. Liam's shit.” She laughed at my reaction but nodded anyway. I impatiently picked up my fork, dipped it into my plate, and took a big bite. I closed my eyes with a smile, hoping to savor the taste, but my eyes snapped open. I tossed my fork onto the table, and my palm slammed over my mouth as my eyes began searching for where to spit out the food instead.