Chapter 120 To Feel It
Mia’s POV
“Tell me to stop, Mia,” Liam murmured against my lips, his voice rough and uneven, like he was holding himself back with the last bit of control he had left. “Tell me if you want me to stop this.”
For a moment I could only look at him. His face was so close to mine that I could see the faint crease between his brows, the one that always appeared when he was worried. His hands rested gently at my waist, but there was hesitation in the way he held me, as if he was afraid I might push him away again.
My heart tightened at that.
How many nights had I imagined this moment? How many times had I told myself I would stay strong if we ever faced each other again like this?
But the truth was painfully simple. I missed him.
I missed the warmth of his voice, the way his arms felt around me, the quiet way he looked at me like I was the only person in the room.
Slowly, I lifted my hand and touched his cheek. His skin was warm beneath my fingers, and the moment my thumb brushed against his jaw, his eyes closed briefly like the smallest touch meant everything to him.
“No,” I whispered, my voice barely steady. “I don’t want you to stop, Liam.”
The words came from somewhere deep in my chest, from the part of me that had been aching for him for so long.
“I want you.”
Something changed in his eyes the second I said it. The restraint he had been holding onto finally broke, and the way he pulled me closer felt almost desperate, like he had been waiting to hear those words more than anything.
Our lips met again, softer this time but filled with everything we had been holding back. Every kiss carried unspoken apologies, silent confessions, and the quiet relief of finally being close again.
His hands slid around me, holding me carefully as if I might disappear if he wasn’t gentle enough.
“I missed you,” he whispered against my lips, the words slipping out before he could stop them.
“I know,” I murmured, brushing my forehead against his. “I missed you too.”
He didn’t answer with words after that. Instead, he lifted me into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.
The room spun slightly as he carried me toward the bed, but I barely noticed. My attention was completely on him, on the way his hand brushed through my hair, on the warmth of his breath against my skin.
When he gently laid me down, he leaned over me, his gaze searching mine as if he still needed to be sure I wasn’t going to disappear again.
I reached up and pulled him closer before he could say anything else.
This time, we stopped pretending.
The kisses deepened, our hands no longer hesitant, and the emotions we had both tried so hard to hide finally surfaced.
Because in that moment, nothing else mattered.
All that mattered was that somehow, despite everything, we had found our way back to each other.
A soft sound escaped my lips before I could stop it, the quiet moan filling the room between us. Liam’s gaze darkened the moment he heard it, like the sound had awakened something deeper inside him.
His hands moved slowly, almost carefully, as if he wanted to memorize every moment. When his fingers reached the fabric of my gown, he paused for a brief second and looked at me, silently asking for permission.
I didn’t pull away.
Instead, I held his gaze, my breathing uneven as my heart pounded wildly inside my chest.
With surprising gentleness, he slid the gown from my shoulders. The fabric slipped down my skin and fell away like a whisper, leaving me suddenly aware of the cool air around us and the warmth of his hands lingering against me.
The way he looked at me made my entire body tremble
with the overwhelming intensity of being seen.
His touch moved slowly along my body, careful and reverent, and the sensation sent shivers through me. A sharp ache curled deep inside me when his hand brushed over the most sensitive part of me, making my back arch instinctively.
My breath caught. My fingers tightened against the sheets as my eyes lifted to his face again. For a moment, I forgot everything else.
The world outside the room disappeared. All I could see was him.
The soft golden light of the room traced the lines of his body as he finally began to pull his shirt over his head. My gaze followed the movement without meaning to, taking in the strength of his shoulders, the toned lines of his chest, the quiet confidence in the way he moved.
He had always been handsome. But right now, he looked almost unreal. And the way he looked at me told me he felt the same.
My heart fluttered wildly in my chest as he stepped closer again, his eyes never leaving mine.
Liam’s eyes darkened slightly when he noticed the way I was looking at him. For a brief moment, he simply stood there, as if the weight of the moment had finally settled between us.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked quietly.
The question surprised me. Not because of the words, but because of the softness in his voice.
This was Liam. The confident, untouchable boy everyone admired at school. The one who always seemed so certain of himself.
Yet right now he looked almost vulnerable, like he was afraid I might change my mind.
Slowly, I reached for him. My fingers brushed against his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my touch. The moment my hand slid up to his shoulder, a quiet breath left his lips.
“I’m sure,” I whispered.
Something in his expression softened instantly, like the tension he had been holding finally loosened. He leaned down and kissed me again.
This time the kiss was slower, deeper, filled with something far more powerful than simple desire. It felt like relief, like longing that had been building for far too long.
My hands moved instinctively to his neck, pulling him closer, and he responded by wrapping his arms around me as if he never wanted to let go again.
“I missed you,” he murmured against my lips.
The words made my chest ache.
“I missed you too,” I admitted softly.
For a moment we simply stayed like that, close enough to feel each other breathe, letting the quiet truth settle between us.
Then Liam brushed a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers lingering near my cheek.
“You have no idea how many times I imagined holding you again,” he said, his voice low. My heart tightened at the confession.
“I thought you forgot about me,” I whispered.
His expression changed instantly, almost pained.
“Never,” he said firmly. The word came out so quickly, so honestly, that it made my chest warm.
His thumb gently traced along my cheek before he leaned down again, kissing me with a tenderness that made my entire body melt against him.
In that moment there were no misunderstandings, no distance, no walls between us. Just Liam and me. And the quiet truth that neither of us had ever really stopped wanting the other.
And when he finally claimed me, the world around us seemed to disappear. A soft sound escaped my lips as I held onto him, the feeling of being so close to him making my heart race wildly in my chest.
Being in his arms felt overwhelming in the most beautiful way, like everything I had been trying to ignore for so long had finally caught up with me. The warmth of his body and the way he held me so tightly made my entire body tremble.
I had imagined this moment more times than I wanted to admit. And now that it was happening, it felt almost unreal.
My fingers curled against his shoulders as I held onto him, letting myself feel everything without holding back. A deep ache of longing and happiness filled my chest as I buried my face against him.
In that moment, I stopped thinking about the future. I stopped worrying about the consequences.
All I knew was that I was in his arms, and giving my heart to him like this was something I had secretly wanted for so long.
And for once, I allowed myself to simply feel it.