Athena
''Do you do squats?'' Liam says, looking down at his warm strawberry tea. He runs his fingers on the mug—feeling the warmth meeting his own.
''Come again?'' I narrow my eyes at him. There was no need for him to question me but then again, it bothers me. Why would he want to know?
Liam leans in, our face inches apart, his brown eyes seems brighter, ''Do you, Athena—'' He crosses his arm without moving an inch away from me, ''Do squats?''
His voice came out as a faintly whisper. Doesn't he know I'm married? To Alex, he's friend, he's teammate. Alex told me he was there at the wedding so I'm hundred and fifty percent sure he knows. I press my lips into a thin line, looking down at the bridge of his well shaped nose.
''Why?'' I question, raising an eyebrow at him.
''It feels like
