Liam finally pulled back, breaking the kiss. His lips hovered just inches from hers, their breaths still mingling in the cool night air. He didn't move away immediately. His eyes scanned her face like he hadn't seen her in years—every curve, every detail. Her damp hair clung to her cheeks, her lashes stuck together with sweat, her lips flushed from the heat of the kiss. He let himself memorize her, as though this moment might vanish if he blinked.
Lana's lips curved into a soft smile, shy but full of warmth. "Why are you here?" she asked, her voice low, almost a whisper.
Liam steadied himself. "I need all the help I can get back home. Something's coming. In three days… I don't know what, but I'll need you."
Her smile faded slightly, replaced by seriousness. She lowered her eyes for a second, thinking, then nodded slowly. "Okay. But we can't leave right now."
