"What are you doing to me?" It was a question plaguing his mind when he realized that his life had spiraled out of control since he found her.
His eyes focused on her face as he knelt on the floor beside the couch. He watched her like she was an exquisite piece of treasure that he did not want to break. She looked so delicate and innocent that he was afraid that he would ruin her.
His hands itched to touch her, but he held himself, pulling his hands away from her face. He was afraid she would suddenly wake up. Then, what? How would he explain his presence at her side?
"Damnit!"
Liam allowed his frustration to escape his lips as he sat on the floor and leaned on the soft cushion, facing away from her. She was a temptation that had tormented him since he first saw her.
