Liam stopped the moment he felt her hand pressing lightly against his chest, a gentle but firm push that made him pause just as his lips hovered over hers. His gaze flickered to her face, searching her expression for any sign of discomfort or hesitation.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his breath warm against her skin.
Ann swallowed, her cheeks tinged with a soft flush as she averted her eyes for a brief second before meeting his gaze again. "I was cleaning, and I… I've been sweating," she admitted, her voice quieter than before.
For a moment, Liam just stared at her, then suddenly, the corners of his lips curved into a small, amused smile.
That was what was stopping her?
