The Fighter Who Stole My Heart: Chapter 2

The First Touch

I wasn’t supposed to be alone with him.

But Liam had a way of making rules evaporate. The hallway outside the locker room was narrow, the lights flickering, but his presence consumed everything.

“You following me now?” he teased, stepping close.

I shook my head. “Interview.”

He smirked. “Ask your questions, then.”

But I forgot every single one.

He leaned in, and I could smell sweat, blood, and something deeply male. My breath caught.

“I don’t play games,” he murmured. “If I want something, I take it.”

His fingers brushed mine. Just a touch. Just a taste.

But it felt like being set on fire.

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