Liam's POV
My aunt is right. I've become too complacent. I don't understand what the hell is going on with me. Why do I think of nothing but Daisy? I need to get my act together. Immediately after I was done with the discussion I had with my aunt, I moved toward the stairs. As I reached them, I noticed the lights of the living room were on. I frowned, glancing at my watch. Who could be there at this time of night?
Slowly, I made my way to the living room. My eyes fell on Daisy, who had just finished a glass of wine. She sat there, lost in thought, swirling the empty glass in her hand.
I wanted to talk to her, keep her company, but I knew that would only make things complicated. I turned to head upstairs.
"Liam, come, let's have a drink," Daisy called from behind. Her voice was calm, al
