“Going somewhere again? I see you’ve got shoes on this time.” Taylor’s voice broke through his barrier of nothingness, stopping him right before he opened the door.
Liam turned back slowly to look at her. She was lounging in the living room with a half glass of fruit juice, still in her pajamas with her hair roughly held up by a clip. He had been so absorbed in his thoughts as he was leaving that he hadn't noticed her there, waiting for him. Impressed by her consistency in trying to find fault in him, Liam walked to her and settled on a chair beside her. Taylor leaned into hers to widen the proximity between them.
“Don’t you have something better to do than sit around and wait for me?” He asked dryly.
She shrugged and raised the glass to her mouth. “I work every single day and on weeke
