LIAM’S POV
When Sophia’s text came in, it filled me with a happiness that she would think of me first in such situation. At least, that was a good sign.
Grabbing my toolbox, I hurried right to her apartment. I found myself, against my better judgement, storming right into her living room. I found it empty. Wet too.
She was probably in her bathroom. Or worse, she had slipped and hurt her head, laying in her blood, waiting for my arrival.
I flew up the stairs two at a time, my heart pounding in apprehension, in a haste to locate her before it became too late for us both.
“Sophia?” I called out, listening in anxiety for her response. None. I proceeded to open one of the doors when she found me first.
“In here.” She was looking at me with wet face and hair from her interrupted bath, a bl
