The kitchen light was already on.
Sophia stood by the counter wearing a silk robe, holding a mug of tea.
They froze when they saw each other.
“You can’t sleep either?” she asked quietly.
Liam shook his head.
For a few seconds, silence filled the room.
Then Sophia spoke again.
“Liam… we need to be careful.”
His heartbeat quickened.
“I know.”
But neither of them moved away.
Sophia looked down at her trembling hands.
“I tried to stop thinking about you,” she admitted softly. “God knows I tried.”
Liam stepped closer before he could stop himself.
“Sophia…”
She looked up at him slowly, her eyes glossy with emotion.
“You make me feel seen,” she whispered. “Do you understand how dangerous that is?”
The distance between them disappeared little by little.
Neither of them knew who moved first.
Maybe both did.
And then suddenly, her arms were around him.
Liam inhaled sharply as he held her against him, feeling her warmth, her heartbeat, the softness of her skin beneath the silk robe.
It wasn’t lust in that moment.
It was loneliness colliding with loneliness.
Years of silence.
Years of emotional starvation.
And when Sophia finally kissed him, it wasn’t wild or rushed.
It was slow.
Careful.
Almost heartbreaking.
Liam felt his knees weaken instantly.
Because deep down, he knew this would change everything.
And somewhere upstairs, completely unaware, his father slept peacefully while the foundation of his family quietly began to collapse beneath him.
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