Page 35 of Salvaged Puck


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I can’t reopen this Pandora’s Box.

“I need some air,” I say. “I’m going to step outside and sober up a little.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Talia asks, still side-eyeing Liam.

“No,” I say. “No, I’m good.”

“Maybe we can go somewhere else?” Talia asks. “I can close the tab.”

“Yeah, okay.”

She nods and points an accusing finger at Liam, but walks away, off to the bar.

I turn and walk for the door, and I know he’ll follow.

Iwanthim to.

The cool night air hits my skin like a shock when I step outside. I round the corner into the shadowed alley beside the club, and he’s right there.

He doesn’t say a word. Just looks at me with that raw, hungry expression that’s haunted me for years. And before I can think, he’s on me.

He pushes me against the wall.

His mouth crashes on mine.

The kiss is fierce and wild, and I can’t breathe.

His hands grip my thighs, lifting me until my legs lock around his waist. My dress rides up, his body pressing into mine, and the world disappears. There’s only his tongue sliding against mine, his teeth catching my bottom lip, the rough sound of his breathing against my neck.

It’s desperate. Starved.

Six years of wanting, breaking, missing,burning.

I tug at his hair; he groans and bites my jaw.

My head falls back against the brick, a moan slipping out before I can stop it.

Then the sound of footsteps, laughter from around the corner snap us back to reality.

We freeze.

Liam lowers me, shielding me with his body as I pull my dress down, making myself look presentable again.

He leans in, and he puts his forehead against mine. “I want to see you again.” He murmurs.

“I...I want that too,” I admit.

“Good.”

He pulls out his phone, opens his contacts, and I recite my number, my pulse racing like I’m doing something forbidden.

“I’ll text you,” he says.

Then he’s gone, and I’m alone and horny and drunk.

I text Talia that I’m heading home, that I’m tired. She sends back a string of flirty emojis and says she’s staying out.

I tell her to be careful, then slip into the night, still tasting Liam Callaghan on my lips.