/-Riley-/
I move to the kitchen to make breakfast. Thinking of Dean, i giggle over and over. It's surprising how I suddenly can't stop thinking about a man I want to hate so bad.
Liam enters the kitchen and i watch him with folded arms. He takes out a pack of cereal and empties almost half of it into a bowl.
I keep watching as he picks my milk and sugar. The i***t goes ahead to add water without acknowledging me.
"Good morning to you too. I had an amazing night, thanks for asking" I say.
He looks up with a smile.
"Good morning, Riley".
"May i know why you're still in my house?" I ask.
"Go ahead and make breakfast. I'm starving" He replies like he's talking to his chef.
"You've got a house Liam. Go make your own breakfast. And how can you be starving? What about that?" I ask pointi
