After Liam left for work that morning, Jay followed shortly after, muttering something about hangovers and early meetings not being best friends. Just like that, it was the ladies left alone in the house.
I couldn’t sit still, not with Liam's final words echoing in my head.
“Don’t leave. I want to talk to you when I get back.”
Talk about what, exactly?
My brain had been running a mental highlight reel on repeat since last night. From the kiss I shamelessly initiated (kill me now), to the way he touched my waist, to the silence in his gaze that said more than words ever could. It was driving me insane.
I needed a distraction. A fun one.
"Sophia," I said, walking into the living room where she was curled up with her phone, "how about I teach you how to cook something simple? Pancakes,
