(Lucy's Pov)
I forced myself to breathe, to slow the frantic little storm inside my chest, but watching him in the mirror made it worse. Liam’s silhouette filled the doorway like a shadow that wouldn’t leave.
“Please, Liam—not today. I’m sick,” I whispered, hands clenched on the edge of the sink.
He stepped closer until his reflection crowded mine. “I can see that. You look as white as a ghost. You need to get yourself checked.”
“I just need to rest,” I said. “I’ve been stressed.” The words sounded thin even to me.
“Stressed?” He snorted the word. “You spent a whole week in the suite my father lodged you in, probably bouncing on his d**k morning and night, and now you say you’re stressed.” He smiled like he was delivering a verdict.
Heat crawled up my neck. The room felt too small. “
