Liam could feel the weight of her stare pressing into him—like heat crawling up his skin. He looked away immediately, jaw tightening. There was no way he could meet her gaze right now. Not when she looked like that. Her lips were slightly parted, hair a little messy in the most perfect way, and her face...
Goddamn.
Liam had seen beautiful women. Been around all kinds of dangerously hot women. Vanessa, Ella, Ann, Lilith—every single one of them looked like they stepped off a runway built for goddesses. But Lana? Right now?
She wasn't trying.
And yet—she was number one.
