Liam POV
We finally manage to get out of the shower without starting round two, which honestly feels like a miracle. My legs are still recovering from the first round, and I’m not sure the tile could handle another Zain-level declaration of love via thrust. I mean, I would enjoy it, and I wouldn't complain over it, but the energy it would take right now isn't ideal
We towel off, throw on clothes, which for Zain means clean joggers and one of his oversized hoodies that somehow still hangs off his frame like a designer statement, and walk into the hall. Time to get today started.
I hit the kitchen first and stop, because I’ve walked into what looks like a bakery that has exploded. What is going on in here?
Dropping into a chair at the table, I take in the spread. It’s all bakery stuff, n
