"What? Are you serious?"
Liam stared at Elena, trying to process what she'd just told him.
They were both fully dressed now, sitting in the living room of the lake house.
The afternoon light streamed through the large windows, casting soft shadows across the hardwood floors.
Elena wore a sleek black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, the fabric stopping just above her knees.
Her hair fell perfectly into place, and she looked completely put together, like the last few hours of intense activity hadn't even happened.
Liam was back in his jeans and hoodie, still feeling the lingering warmth and exhaustion from everything they'd just done.
His muscles ached in that pleasant way that came after physical exertion, and he could still feel the ghost of her touch on his skin.
"I'm not kidding," Elena said, leaning back against the couch with her legs crossed elegantly. "You can use this place whenever you need it. As a hideout, a safe spot, whatever you want."
