Liam's fingers gently slid through Ann's soft, silky hair as he inhaled its sweet fragrance.
"Your hair smells so good," he murmured, his deep voice laced with warmth.
Ann, who was lying against his chest, let out a content sigh.
"Mmm," she hummed, shifting slightly to get more comfortable. Her phone was still in her hands, her thumbs lazily scrolling through the screen.
Liam let his lips brush lightly against the top of her head.
A small, almost involuntary smile formed on Ann's lips.
She loved this.
The warmth, the security, the gentle way he was holding her—it was rare for Liam to act so tenderly.
His lips pressed against her forehead in a soft peck.
Then another.
Ann giggled. "What's gotten into you?"
Liam just smirked. "Can't a man appreciate his girl?"
Ann rolled her eyes but didn't move. If anything, she nestled into him even more.
A few minutes passed, the two of them wrapped in a comfortable silence.
Then—
