Not What He Wanted
Language: en
On our wedding night, Liam, who never touched a drop of alcohol, got completely wasted out of sheer happiness. Or so I thought. Just as I was wondering what to do, my best friend sent me a wall of text on how to handle it. My cheeks burned with a slight blush, but I followed her instructions, carefully soothing him. Miraculously, Liam, who had been a restless mess, quieted down. But as I reached for my phone to thank her, a pair of arms wrapped around me from behind. Liam buried his face in my neck, his voice ragged with something that sounded like heartbreak. "Robin," he murmured, his…