Olivia
The sound of a shower running woke me up. I slowly fluttered my eyes open; for a moment, I wasn’t quite sure where I was. Then I remembered: I was in Liam’s bed.
He held up his promise; he never made a move on me at all during the night. Though part of me really wished he had. I don’t know what his hang-up is about relationships, but I also know that this playboy persona he puts on isn’t the real him. It makes me wonder who the real Liam Andrews is.
The water turns off, and I get out of Liam’s bed. He comes out, wearing just a towel around his waist.
The sight of him standing there, with water beads on his perfectly sculpted body, makes me want to go over to him and lay my hands on him.
“I thought you were still asleep,” Liam says.
“Sorry, I’m an early riser. Plus, I have to g
