Chapter 7

Liv's POV The silence that followed Kaelon’s departure was oppressive. I had barely made out the sound of the door clicking shut. My heart still hammered in my chest, and I was still very acutely aware of every sensation in my body. The warmth of his presence still lingered in the air, his cologne clinging to my senses, and worst of all was the undeniable pool of heat that had formed between my thighs. I closed my eyes tightly and let out a frustrated groan. “What the hell is wrong with me?” This was Aaron’s father. He had just accused me of throwing myself at him. That should have spiked up my nerves, made me angry and talk back. I sighed, slumping my slender shoulders. I really am the joker here. All I could think about was the way he had looked at me, the heat in his voice, and the barely controlled power in his touch. The hell I was supposed to be angry at him. “How could this even happen?” I muttered, pacing the room as I tried to make sense of it all. Why hadn’t I recognized him