There was no denying it anymore. Melissa had previously limited herself to a half-confession, but there had been nothing partial now.
Melissa might not have said those exact words, but she had vowed herself to Liam. She was only his to touch. She belonged to him, his palm proving that beyond a shadow of a doubt.
Initially, Melissa could have justified it with annoyance toward Liam's disregard for the problematic beauty that had afflicted her all her life.
Then, Melissa could have hidden behind the surprising shamelessness her trust in Liam had revealed. She could have merely been an impure woman who had met a man who made her comfortable enough to explore that part of herself.
Yet, Melissa's feelings were undeniable now. It wasn't a crush. It wasn't even mere romantic interest. Liam was the only one for her.
Melissa recalled how Liam had tended to her injured ankle, how he had pressed her against a wall to shield her from the fearsome level three snake.
