The space between them vanished without either of them realizing it.
There was no conscious decision, no signal, no words passed. One moment they were just standing there—two warriors, survivors of a cruel test—and the next, they were pulled together like magnets finally giving in to the force that had always been there, just waiting.
Liam felt the warmth of her body press into his. His arms had moved on their own, sliding around her waist, firm but not forceful. Her breath hitched against his chest, shallow, quick. And then her hands found him—one over his heart, the other brushing his arm, slow and trembling.
They stood there, tangled in each other's arms, eyes locked.
Neither of them blinked.
Neither of them looked away.
The tension that had always been sharp and cold between them had shifted, softened into something molten, this was something else entirely.
