Hazel's POV
The past two weeks had been pure bliss. Every morning, I woke up in Liam's arms, his warmth enveloping me like a cocoon. Every night, we fell asleep tangled together after making love. The bite mark on my shoulder had faded, but the memory of that passionate encounter in his office remained vivid in my mind.
"Ready to go home?" Liam's deep voice broke through my thoughts as he appeared in my doorway.
I smiled up at him, gathering my things. "More than ready."
He looked devastatingly handsome in his charcoal suit, his violet-blue eyes softening as they met mine. These small moments—leaving work together, knowing we were heading to the same place—filled me with contentment I never thought possible.
"I was thinking we could pick up some Thai food on the way," he suggested, helping me into my coat. His fingers lingered on my shoulders, a casual intimacy that still gave me butterflies.
"Sounds perfect," I agreed.
