“Morning,” he grumbles, and I hurry and say it back before he notices me staring.
“Made you breakfast,” I tell him cheerfully, handing him a plate.
He looks up at me with a crooked grin. “Where’s the meat, Mads?”
“Beggars can’t be choosers, Hulk,” I playfully say. “Didn’t feel like cooking it. Trying to get some healthy fat and protein in before doing some yoga.”
“Yoga?” he asks, scoffing. “Wussie.”
I chuckle. “Oh really? Bet you wouldn’t last an hour.”
With a c****d eyebrow, he grins. “That’s a bet I’m willing to take.”
“Yeah? What are the stakes?” I ask, plopping down and digging into my food. I nearly inhale it, considering I didn’t eat last night.
Liam runs his hand across the scruff on his chin. It’s clear he’s not completely awake yet, so I take the opportunity to study the t
