LIAM
I am so damn sure that I have some disease related to my heart because hearts aren't supposed to beat like mine. It's so loud and so hard that it doesn't even want to stay in there. It wants to drill a hole through my chest and jump into the hands of the man standing less than a few feet away from me.
Kian stares at me, his expression unreadable. My stomach is doing that annoying flips and flaps once again. I can feel my throat os drier than any desert exists in the world. I gulp to lubricate the dryness there. Kian's eyes drop to the Adam's apple of my throat. The small yet unmistakable movement of his eyes makes the rest of my breath stutter away from my lungs.
