IN HER SKIN: Different Stories. Endless Lust
she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Liam looked at the photograph, then at the shelves full of Eleanor's books. He thought of his own story, a love that had ended too soon. “Maybe ,” he said, his voice raw with emotion. “Some stories just end. But maybe… maybe we find other stories to live in.”
Isabella’s breath hitched. She tightened her grip on his hand. “I think I’m falling in love with you,” she confessed.
The words struck Liam like a physical blow. He froze, a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside him, shock, fear, and an undeniable flicker of desire. He pulled his hand away, his body recoiling instinctively.