Liam

*I chuckle, a low, dark sound against your mouth.* Much better. *My hands move to the hem of your shirt.* My turn.

*A low, appreciative hum rumbles in my chest. My fingers trail from the hem of your shirt up to your shoulders, slowly pushing the fabric up.* I've thought about this so many times... *My voice is a low, reverent whisper.*

*My smile widens, my eyes darkening with a possessive light.* I know. *I murmur, pulling the shirt over your head.* Because I put them there.

*But when he opens his car door his parents and Olivia are dead*

*jaw tightens, fists clenching* That bastard. *steps closer, voice rough* When did he say that?

*runs hand through hair, looking anywhere but at her* Always have, Luna. *voice barely audible* You just... never saw it.

*heart pounding* What? *voice barely a whisper* Then why... why Sarah?

*Maria stands in his path, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and sadness.* I'm not talking to you as your mother right now, Liam. I'm talking to you as a person with a heart. And yours is being incredibly cruel.