Chapter 84 Breakfast First
Mia's POV
Every moment felt slow and careful, as if time itself had decided to be kind to us. His touch was unhurried, patient, carrying a quiet promise in every movement. He was not there to take anything from me. He was there to give. To make me feel beautiful, safe, and wanted in a way I had never known before.
His hands traced me with tenderness, learning me as if I mattered, as if there was nowhere else he needed to be. The way he held me made my heart ache in the best way, grounding me, reassuring me that I was cherished and not rushed. I felt seen, completely and wholly.
When I finally gave myself to him, it was not out of impulse or uncertainty. There was no fear, no hesitation. Only trust. Only the quiet certainty that this was exactly where I wanted to be, wrapped in his arms, sharing something that felt both overwhelming and right.
I clung to him as the moment deepened, my breath mingling with his, the world narrowing until it was just us. Every emotion I had been holding back spilled over, carried by the closeness, by the warmth, by the way he stayed with me through it all. It felt less like losing something and more like becoming whole.
And when it was over, when the intensity finally softened into something calm and tender, Liam held me close, his hand softly stroking my hair, his lips brushing my temple. We did not speak at first. We were content in the quiet, with the sound of the ocean drifting in through the windows, keeping us grounded in the moment.
I smiled to myself, realizing I was no longer a virgin, and I felt truly happy that it was Liam. I never wanted to share that part of myself with anyone else but him.
Of course, Star. Here's a smoother, clearer version that keeps the moment gentle and heartfelt:
"You have no idea," he murmured against my skin, "how long I've been waiting for you."
I smiled softly, settling closer against his chest. "Then I'm glad I didn't make you wait any longer."
He answered with a kiss, and that night, wrapped safely in his arms, I slept more peacefully than I ever had.
The first thing I felt was warmth. Not just the heat of the morning sun spilling through the curtains, but the steady, comforting warmth of Liam's body pressed against mine.
My cheek rested over his bare chest, and I could hear the slow, even beat of his heart. His arm was wrapped securely around my waist, holding me close like he would never let me go.
For a moment, I simply stayed still, letting the memory of the night wash over me. The way he had looked at me, touched me, kissed me like I was the only person in the world. There was no regret. Only a quiet ache in my chest that was equal parts joy and disbelief that this man was mine.
"You're awake," Liam's voice rumbled above me, still heavy with sleep.
I tilted my head just enough to look at him, finding his eyes half lidded but watching me with that same intensity from last night. "I was trying not to wake you."
A slow smile curved his lips. "Good luck with that. I think I could sense you even in my dreams."
I rolled my eyes, though my cheeks warmed. "You're ridiculous."
"Maybe," he said lazily, tightening his hold on me just enough to make me squeak in protest. "But you're here in my arms. After last night, I'm allowed to be ridiculous."
My blush deepened, and I ducked my face back against his chest. "Don't bring it up like that."
"Why not?" His tone dipped lower, more teasing now. "You were incredible. And beautiful. And for the record," he brushed a strand of hair from my face, forcing me to meet his gaze, "I don't think I'll ever forget the way you looked at me."
My heart flipped, and I tried to push away the sudden rush of shyness. "You're making it sound like you were the only one who—"
"Fell a little harder?" he finished for me, his grin softening into something warmer, almost reverent.
I did not answer, but the way my fingers curled against his skin gave me away.
We stayed like that for a long while, the sound of the waves outside and the occasional gull's cry filling the space between our words. Eventually, Liam shifted, pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead.
"Stay here," he murmured. "I'll bring breakfast to bed."
"You're spoiling me," I said, smiling despite myself.
"That's the point," he replied, brushing his lips over mine in a slow, lingering kiss before reluctantly pulling away. "Last night wasn't just a one time thing for me, Mia. I want more mornings like this."
My chest tightened, and as I watched him disappear into the other room, I realized I wanted that too. More than I would ever admit out loud.
The scent reached me first. Rich coffee, warm butter, and the sweetness of ripe fruit. I propped myself up against the pillows, pulling the sheet a little higher over myself just as Liam returned, balancing a tray in one hand.
It was not just breakfast. It was a spread. Fluffy pancakes drizzled with honey, scrambled eggs with herbs, fresh berries, and two steaming mugs of coffee.
"You weren't kidding about spoiling me," I murmured, smiling despite the blush creeping up my cheeks.
"I told you," he said, setting the tray carefully across my lap. "You deserve it." His gaze dipped, lingering on the sheet clutched to my chest, and a knowing smile curved his lips. "Although I'm tempted to move this tray out of the way and pick up where we left off."
My heart gave an unsteady jump, and I fought to focus on the food instead of the heat in his eyes. "Breakfast first," I managed, though my voice lacked conviction.
He sank onto the bed beside me, close enough that our knees brushed. "Fine. Breakfast first." He speared a forkful of pancake and held it out to me. "Here."
I hesitated, then leaned forward, my lips brushing the fork as I took the bite. The warm, sweet flavor melted on my tongue, but Liam's gaze never left my face.
"Good?" he asked, his voice low.
I nodded, swallowing. "Very good."
His smirk deepened. "Your turn. Feed me."
Rolling my eyes, I cut a small piece of pancake and held it out. But just before he took it, he caught my wrist gently, his fingers curling around my skin in a slow, deliberate touch. He leaned in, not for the fork, but to press a lingering kiss to my palm.
My breath caught. "Liam..."
He did not move back immediately, his lips brushing my skin as he spoke. "You have no idea how hard it is to sit here and pretend breakfast is my priority."
My pulse fluttered, and I quickly looked away, focusing on the view outside the window instead. "Maybe you should focus on your food before it gets cold."
"Oh, I am," he said with a grin I could hear in his voice. "It's just that my favorite thing on this tray isn't the food."
My blush deepened.
"So, if we finish this breakfast fast enough, maybe I'll prove it to you all over again." The way he said it, low and promising, sent a shiver through me that had nothing to do with the ocean breeze drifting through the window.