Liam blinked multiple times, but his eyes had nothing to do with the picture. He was staring at the wall on the other side of the basement, but something far more impure and warm filled his vision.
For some reason, Liam felt hot in his cheeks, shy and inexplicably guilty, but also unable to shake off that image from his head, nor to stop peeking at it.
Everything Liam knew told him that what he was imagining was wrong, that it was bad to picture Melissa in such a state.
Yet, Liam also felt drawn to that picture, wanting to look at it nonstop, even craving to do much more. He had realized the touching part after concocting with Melissa at his side for almost a month, but the urge was far deeper now.
'Is this another side effect of the Primal Urge?' Liam wondered, feeling feverish, connecting that to an illness. 'Is it because of the healing pill?'
