His soft sides

As Rose pulled away, Liam opened his eyes and watched her get out of bed. She moved gracefully, her silhouette bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Liam couldn't help but feel grateful for her presence in his life, especially during times like these when everything seemed overwhelming.

Rose returned with two glasses of water, a small gesture that spoke volumes about her love and care. She handed one glass to Liam and settled back onto the bed beside him, their legs tangled together beneath the sheets. The cool water refreshed Liam's parched throat, soothing his tired body.

"Thank you," Liam whispered, his voice filled with appreciation. Rose smiled, her eyes sparkling with tenderness. "You don't have to thank me, my love. Taking care of you is what I'm here for."

They sat in silence for a moment, the only sound filling the room being the soft rustling of the sheets as they shifted. Liam stared into his glass, lost in his thoughts, while Rose leaned her head against his shoulde