Knock. Knock.
A sharp knock echoed through the hotel room, slicing clean through the heat of the moment. Liam's hand froze behind Lana's back, his fingers hooked just under the strap of her bra, one breath away from undoing it. The sound hit like a cold splash of water, snapping him straight out of the haze that had wrapped around them. He blinked, exhaled slowly, frustration already swelling in his chest as he stared at Lana.
"You expecting someone?" he asked, his voice low, still rough from what they'd just been about to do.
Lana, lying underneath him shook her head. "No," she murmured, her brows furrowing with confusion. "No one even knows we're here…"
Liam didn't move immediately. He didn't want to. His arm was still wrapped tightly around her waist, and her warmth was too addictive to let go of. But the knock came again. Louder. This time, sharper. Almost urgent.
