The Billionaire's Secret Bride
His chair scraped lightly against the floor, a sound loud enough to punctuate the space between what he felt and what he could do.
Evelyn shivered under Liam’s touch, completely absorbed, unaware of Ethan moving away. Liam caught her gaze, saw the flicker of worry—no, hesitation—and kissed her again, lower this time, against her jaw, his lips soft, possessive. “You’re safe,” he whispered. “Right here.”
She let out a shaky laugh, resting her head against his shoulder, letting herself sink into the warmth and familiarity, forgetting, for a moment, the ache of other absences, other distances. “I… I just… everything feels so heavy sometimes,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper.
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