ANIKA’S POV
“Baby?”
I snuggled deeper into the warm hands that held me.
Liam had insisted on babying me through my injuries. Hell, Liam always babied me, and at this point I feared that I was quickly getting spoiled.
Not like I was hating that fact whatsoever.
It was blissful here, just being Liam’s spoiled little baby.
“Yes, Mr. Danson,” I said teasingly.
He ran a hand through my hair, caressing my scalp softly and playing with my curls.
I could not stop the pleased sound that escaped my lips.
This man had magic fingers, so I was not at fault for enjoying it.
“Your hair is getting longer these days,” he said, twisting the end of one curl around his finger.
I turned to look at him.
“Don’t you like it?”
His eyes widened immediately.
“Angel.”
“What?”
“You can’t seriously be a
