The silence in Liam’s mansion was starting to mess with my brain. Without Sophia around, the house felt too big, too quiet, and way too full of thoughts I was trying not to have.
Like the fact that Liam had walked in on me dancing. No twerking. On his kitchen counter. Of all the things I could’ve done hours ago.
Or the reality that I was now stuck here for three full days. Three long, slow, stormy days with Liam Black.
The rain hadn’t let up once. Water streamed down the towering windows like a slow-motion film reel, and thunder rumbled now and then as if the sky were clearing its throat.
I curled into one of the lounge chairs by the reading nook, flipping aimlessly through a book I wasn’t actually reading. My eyes were locked on my weather app instead.
Still bad. No end in sight.
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