"Liam Yancey?" Her first reaction was to wrap herself in the duvet, her body unconsciously moving backwards until her back rested against the headboard, "Why are you home so late?!"
The man remained silent. Despite the darkness, Tara Summer still felt his piercing eyes fixated on her, so hot and intense that she shivered, unconsciously inching even further back, her eyebrows furrowing.
"I said after three days..." Liam Yancey bent over, his body slowly pressing down on hers. His robust arms supported his weight on either side of her, effectively trapping her within the cage of his chest.
Without any room left to retreat, Tara could only bite her lip and watch him. The man slightly turned his head, the moonlight illuminating half of his face. Beautiful, alluring, and strong, he was the epitome of a perfectly crafted work of art.
