The next morning, Liam woke up to a bad headache as if his head just got hammered. He groaned as he slowly massages his temples. “Good to finally see you sober, Liam.”
He blinked a few times and then raised the blanket up to his chest after seeing Lucy standing by his door, wearing one of his shirts. She held a cup of coffee in her hand, and her hair was tied up in a bun.
And he had to admit that she looked very ravishing in his shirt. Wait, what? Ravishing? That’s not an appropriate word to describe her.
“I hope you don’t mind if I borrowed your shirt. Since I can’t go to sleep with wet clothes.” She said after catching him scanning her body.
“What happened last night?..” He asked. His head is now spinning, and he wasn’t able to think.
“You forgot?” She looked hurt for a brief
