The next morning, Liam was in the kitchen cooking breakfast whilst I made us a cup of coffee. He was in his baggy tracksuit bottoms with his chest on show. I admired his muscles, thinking about the way they flexed on top of me last night. He was so gorgeous and I could stare at him all day.
“What are we going to do about mum and Mark?” I asked him while I stirred the coffees.
“Nothing” he bluntly replied. I scrunched my face up and glared at him.
“What do you mean?” I prodded.
“We’re going to do nothing. Let them get married. We are going to be far away from here anyway, so no one will find out” he responded, turning over the bacon in the frying pan. I carried his coffee over to him, placing it next to the cooker.
“How’s that going to work?” I asked. He turned to me and wrapped his
