~SCARLETT.
My fingers tightened around the handle of my duffel bag as I forced my expression into something neutral. "Who said I've been avoiding you?"
Liam's gaze darkened. "It's been obvious. You sneak out to eat, shower when I'm asleep—"
His voice faded into the background because my focus had betrayed me, tracing the sharp lines of his face, the broad stretch of his shoulders beneath his shirt. His arms were thick, tanned, powerful—
No. Get it together, Scarlett.
Swallowing hard, I spun away from him, hoping that not seeing his ridiculously tempting self would clear my head. But my thoughts mocked me anyway.
Did I just call him tempting? Jesus.
This was exactly why I needed space. Three days away from him would fix this mess in my head.
Behind me, I heard him exhale. "It's got
