ZOELLA’S POV.
I was already pulling the zipper up the side of my fitted navy blue dress when I heard Liam’s voice from behind me.
“You’re really going through with it?”
Here we go. I muttered inwardly as I rolled my eyes.
I didn’t turn around. I just adjusted the sleeves of my blazer and reached for my perfume.
“It’s just a job interview Liam.”
“You say that like it’s a little thing.” He said, wandering in shirtless, like we weren’t on shaky ground, like he hadn't messed up less than forty-eight hours ago.
His hair was still tousled from sleep—or whatever the hell he did while I stayed up last night reworking my CV.
I had slept in the guest room despite his constant pleas for me to come to our bedroom.
“I mean,” he added, his tone deliberately soft, “Come on Zo, we’re good. I c
