"Lena, are you sure about this?" Liam asked, his voice low and thick with anticipation as he leaned against the dimly lit wall of her apartment.
Lena's gaze burned with intensity, her lips curling into a faint smirk. "You talk too much, Liam." She stepped closer, closing the distance between them with an unspoken hunger.
Her hands found his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles through his shirt. Liam's breathing quickened, his eyes locking with hers. "You don't have to prove anything to me, you know."
"This isn't about proving anything," Lena whispered, her voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and determination. "This is about taking what I want, for once."
Before Liam could respond, she pulled him into a kiss, fierce and commanding. He hesitated for only a moment before his arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.
