After breakfast, and round two on the kitchen counter–I could barely catch my breath.
My muscles ache in the best way. My skin still buzzed from Liam’s touch. I was ready to curl back into his bed, let the morning melt into the afternoon, and pretend the outside world didn’t exist.
But Liam had other plans.
“Get ready,” he said, pulling on a pair of grey sweats, the drawstring hanging loose around his hips. “We’re going out.”
I blinked from where I still sat on the counter, his oversized shirt sliding off one shoulder.
“Out where?”
He smirked, eyes glinting. “You’ll see.”
I squinted at him, suspicious. “I have nothing to wear.”
“Borrow from Sophia’s closet,” he said casually, grabbing his water. “Or wear something of mine again. Not that I’d mind. Honestly, I’d prefer you in just m
