Twenty-Seven
Liam
“Liam?”
My consciousness slowly seeped back at the achingly familiar voice speaking my name. For a moment, while the haze of sleep lifted, I thought I was back in Audrey’s bed, and the warm sense of completion that filled me made a lazy smile spread on my lips. “Mmh?”
“The bread’s moldy.”
I frowned, the comfortable feeling lifting as I became aware of the painful kink in my neck. I grimaced and stretched, feeling leather underneath me rather than my comfortable mattress. I wasn’t in Audrey’s bed—I was on the living room sofa, and the realization made last night’s events come rushing back like a flood of proverbial s**t.
My eyes flew open and I looked up into Audrey’s pretty face. She had sleep-messy hair, but she was fully dressed in the same set of comfortable jogg
