{Violet’s POV}
I just stood speechless before Liam Cornaro, clasping my milk-dripping phone in my right hand.
—Sorry, ‘his’ milk-dripping phone.
Mine was perfectly safe in his warm grasp.
Sh*t
What do I do now?
Advice, anybody?
I just milk-soaked the Phone of Liam Cornaro.
How do I come back from this?
I took my eyes back to his face. I tried to ignore how flawlessly handsome he was and only then did I notice his frown.
Say something, Violet.
“Uh.. I- my.. my it’s—”
“Hand me the phone.” He interrupted my apology. Yeah, that was my attempt to apologize. At least it was something.
I say sh*t whenever I’m nervous.
I handed him the iPhone. Milk was still skating all over it but he didn’t seem to mind. He held the phone against his gaze and studied it while I just stared at him.
