Elena's hand moved slowly. Deliberate. Her fingers curled around him, her grip loose but sure, her eyes still on his face.
Liam looked down at her. "Where did they find them? The kids."
Elena's hand stopped.
She looked up at him. One eyebrow lifting slightly. "Really?"
"I'm just asking."
"You're distracting yourself." She tilted her head. "Stop."
"Elena—"
"Liam." Her voice was patient. Final. The way someone speaks when they've already decided the conversation is over. "Later."
Her hand moved again.
Liam let out a slow breath and dropped his head back against the pillow.
She worked him slowly, her grip tightening slightly with each stroke, watching his face the whole time. Her hair fell forward over one shoulder. Her skin was warm under the low light of the room, smooth across her collarbone, her chest rising and falling with each breath.
"Look at me," she said.
He did.
She held his gaze and lowered her head.
