Layla's POV.Liam and I drove straight home. Once he parked the car, he turned towards me with that charming smile that always made my heart skip.“Home,” he said simply.“yes,” I breathed, unbuckling my seat belt.We walked in together, side by side. For once, we were not scared of cameras, or any eyes peeking at us, waiting to judge.Liam tossed his keys on the console once inside, loosened his tie, and glanced over at me.“You look exhausted,” he said gently.“I am,” I admitted. “It’s been… a week.”“That’s putting it mildly,” he said with a chuckle. “Go get comfortable. I’ll make something to drink.” I nodded, disappearing into my room to freshen up; I came back out wearing one of the oversized T-shirts I had stolen from him, it reached mid-thigh. Liam was already in the living area, two mugs in hand, the steam curling from them.“Chamomile,” he said when he saw my curious look. “Don’t worry, it’s not poison.”I laughed softly and took one. “You’re learning.”He grinned. “I’ve
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