023 | Break The Promise

Liam’s P.O.V.

Feeling a heavy object on top of me, I slowly opened my eyes only to find Diane’s head leaning over my chest. I didn’t know what she was doing. But when she raised her head, she seemed to be slack-jawed that her chin fell on me, adding more weight in the process. Her brown and tantalizing eyes were stuck at me, making the muscle on my jaw suddenly twitch.

Isn’t she used to seeing a handsome angel in the morning? I wondered with amusement, but it would be best if this was her first time. It might be selfish to say because I didn’t have the right, but I would never like the idea of Diane waking up in the morning with another guy.

Raising my left hand as I was about to touch her head, my forehead creased with what she did next. She hurried away from me and brought the two stainless trays from the small table into the bed. “Hi! Good morning, Lia