Liam’s POV
The gala was behind us, but the lingering warmth of the night remained, a subtle hum that I couldn’t shake. Even in the quiet of the car ride back, the city lights stretching past in a blur, my mind remained tethered to her. Sadie Reed. Professional, composed, disciplined — yet beneath it all, an energy, a tension, a dangerous spark that refused to be contained.
I watched her across the aisle of the car, fingers lightly resting on her lap, the faint curve of her jaw catching the dim light. She didn’t meet my gaze, didn’t need to; the tension between us was palpable, an invisible cord pulling tighter with every mile. I could feel it — the anticipation, the restraint, the heat simmering beneath her calm exterior. And I hated how much it affected me.
Control. Discipline. Ruthles
