When I reached home, Liam was sitting in his room, his laptop open in front of him. His sharp features were illuminated by the screen’s glow, his fingers moving effortlessly over the keyboard. He looked focused—probably dealing with some business matter.
He didn’t glance up, but I could feel his awareness of me, like a silent pull in the air.
Without a word, I walked past him and headed straight to the washroom, eager to freshen up. The day had been long, and I needed a moment to myself.
As I turned on the water, letting the cool droplets hit my skin, I couldn't shake the feeling that Liam's eyes had followed me until the very last second.
When I stepped out, now dressed in a long, loose shirt, Liam's eyes flickered up from his laptop. His gaze traveled over me briefly before he leaned
