Chapter 3
SHANE
I wake up to sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a play of golden shadows in the room. Remembering the previous night, a smile spreads across my face. The warmth of Liam beside me wraps around me like a heavy, comforting blanket. I turn my head to look at him and find him asleep, his serene face illuminated by the morning light. A wave of tenderness washes over me.
Unintentionally, I observe him: his strong, defined features, the way his hair falls messily across his forehead. He is an incredibly attractive man, but what captivates me most is the connection we have built. I have never felt anything like this for anyone before.
The bed, still holding the scent of our passionate encounter, reminds me of every moment: the kisses, the whispers, and how he lost control once he had me within reach. The level of intimacy we had reached is intoxicating.
I sit up slowly, trying not to wake him, and run a hand through my hair. I look around the room: a little mess that includes some clothes tossed here and there, and my own clothes left on the floor as well. It’s a reminder of how spontaneous we’ve been.
I move to the edge of the bed and prepare, as I do every morning, to rush to the bathroom and vomit in the toilet. This is becoming part of my daily routine. Luckily, today is my doctor’s appointment, and I hope they can tell me what the hell is going on with me. Once I’m sure that I won’t continue vomiting, I get up and brush my teeth before taking a quick shower. I put on the damn clothes I left in the bathroom. When I return to the room, Liam is still sleeping. I stand in the middle of the room and take a moment to contemplate what has happened. Unable to resist, I grab my phone; I was right, it’s on the nightstand. I put it on silent and take several pictures of the mess we’ve caused in the room as well as many photos of Liam sleeping.
Is this real? Was it just desire that guided my actions the night before? I can’t deny that I wanted more, that I wanted to dive deeper into what we had started. And just seeing him now stirs my hormones again. This man is turning me into a damn nymphomaniac!
I want to head down to make breakfast, perhaps hoping that a bit of food will help. As I move through the kitchen preparing breakfast, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air. I pour myself a cup of coffee and take a sip, feeling my body thank me. With a smile, I prepare a couple of toasts for him and for myself.
I like hearing footsteps coming down the stairs later, and from a distance, I can feel him behind me. When I turn around, I see Liam standing in the kitchen entrance with an expression of pure satisfaction.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” I say, trying to hide the laughter that bubbles up at the sight of his tousled hair and only a pair of boxers.
“Good morning, beautiful wolf,” he replies in a hoarse voice, stepping closer to me. It’s inevitable that our gazes connect, and in that instant, the atmosphere shifts. My stomach churns as I remember the heat of his body against mine the night before.
I move close enough to feel the warmth radiating from him. I extend my hand and offer him a toast.
“You can’t complain about a good breakfast, can you?”
He bites into the toast I offer him with a mischievous smile, his gaze fixed on my lips. The tension between us is palpable, and as he chews, his gaze never leaves me. I feel exposed yet excited. Finally, he gives me a quick kiss on the lips.
“The truth is I could have this for breakfast every morning,” he comments, pointing at the toast and then winking at me, “but what I’d really like to do is skip breakfast and go back to bed.”
I laugh, a mix of nerves and desire coursing through my body as I recall every detail of the night before.
“Oh no, Mr. Thomas. Not today. I have to go to work. Maybe after we finish our workday,” I reply, feeling a blush creep up my neck. “I don’t want you to see me as just a one-night breakfast.”
The change in his expression is instantaneous; the spark of desire turns into a look of seriousness.
“I’ve never seen you as a ‘one-night breakfast,'” he says, his tone deep and sincere. He steps a bit closer, and his breath brushes against my skin. “You need to know that what happens from now on is very serious for me. I formally introduced you to my parents as my partner. We are officially together.”
My heartbeat quickens. The depth of his gaze tells me that I am not a game to him. We are not just two bodies that collided on a dark night, like our first encounter; we are now something more.
“It is for me too,” I whisper, moving closer, feeling the magnetic attraction between us. It’s as if the world around us fades away.
The coffee cup clinks on the kitchen island as I set it down, breaking the spell. Liam’s genuine laughter resonates in my ears.
“Come on, come on; just because we have chemistry doesn’t mean we shouldn’t eat. After all, you can’t make magic on an empty stomach.”
I laugh, enjoying the lightness of the conversation, and decide it’s okay to joke a bit before facing the sea of emotions we knew was coming. All of this feels so natural, as if we have always been together.
Liam moves between the kitchen and the dining room with a charming ease. While I pour the coffee, he sets the table, and I feel like I’m stepping into a little daily routine that makes me smile. When he sits across the table, watching me with a mixture of admiration and desire, I can’t help but feel this moment is special.
“So, what are your plans for today after work?” he asks, chewing on his toast at a leisurely pace.
“I don’t know. I mean, I have some things to do, but maybe it would be nice to take a walk or something. Maybe go to the park.”
“That sounds great. Maybe I could join you,” he replies, leaning towards me, carefree. “We could pack a picnic, or just stroll around and relax a bit.”
His proposal fills me with joy. The idea of spending time with him outside of this intimate home atmosphere exhilarates me. I want to know him better, explore that connection that has blossomed between us, and the park seems like the perfect place to do it.
“I’d love to,” I smile, feeling my heart race. We establish a gaze that says more than a thousand words; it’s a tacit commitment that we are continuing this journey together.
After finishing breakfast, Liam offers to help me clean up, but I wave him off and choose to do it myself. I want to show him that, even though what we share is intense, I also have my responsibilities and boundaries. As I wash the dishes, I hear his laughter echoing as he goes up to get dressed. I hurry to do the same and maybe sneak a glance at that perfect ass of his.