ZOE’S POV
I woke up with a heaviness in my chest that the sunlight shining across my bed couldn’t make lighter. The alarm blared, and I smacked it silent as I stumbled out of bed.
I dragged myself into the shower, hoping the hot water would wash away last night’s frustration. By the time I’d dressed and put on minimal makeup, the knot of anger still hadn't digested.
Liam was sitting at the kitchen counter with coffee, looking almost boyish when I stepped in.“Good morning Zoe,” he said softly, as if we hadn’t been at each other’s throats less than twelve hours ago. “About last night—”
I tied my robe tighter,grabbed a mug and poured myself coffee, staring at the dark liquid .”It’s fine Liam. Good morning.”
His brows drew together as he tilted his head. “Is it?”
I forced a smile, the ki
