Vanessa lay in her bed, the moonlight streaming through her curtains casting pale slivers of light across her face. She hadn't moved for nearly two hours now—her body still, but her mind anything but. Her thoughts spun in loops, centering around one person, one kiss, and the way her heart hadn't stopped racing since.
Why did I do that? she had asked herself over and over, biting her lip, burying her face into the pillow, groaning softly.
But no matter how many times she replayed the moment, she couldn't deny the truth: she didn't regret it. Not even a little.
Her fingers curled around the edge of the blanket.
Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she sat up. Her legs swung off the bed and touched the cold floor. Barefoot and hesitant, she padded quietly out of her room and across the hallway to Liam's.
Her heart pounded louder with every step.
She paused in front of his door.
Then, a soft knock.
"Liam?" she called, her voice barely above a whisper.
No answer.
