Chey’s POV
Somehow, Liam convinced me to cook for us.
He's always been able to talk me into doing things I had no intention of doing, and now I'm wondering if anything was somehow influenced by the bond.
“What are you thinking about?” Liam just wrapped his arms around my body, holding me from behind as I stand in front of the stove.
“I'm not ready for this,” is all I manage to say, afraid that if I let him do too much now, it'll come back to bite me later.
“I know,” he sadly replies, releasing me so that I can focus on cooking again. “But that doesn't stop me from wanting to know what you're thinking right now.”
“Nothing important.”
“That was a lie.” It's been a long time since someone pointed out a lie I told based on my facial expression, but Liam wasn't even looking at me so…
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