AMY'S POVI had been standing there stiffly, and I could feel Liam’s eyes boring into my back.I swallowed hard before slowly turning around to face him.He was standing at the kitchen entrance, barefooted. His brow furrowed and his eyes were half closed like he was forcing himself to stay awake with a messy hair on his head. He was wearing a fitted transparent white shirt that accentuated all of his muscles on his chest and defined abs, the fabric clung to the curves of his body like they were made to taunt me.God.I blinked and stared blankly, trying to talk. "I—uh. I didn't mean to— I just—my dress was too tight, and it was comfy to walk around, so I wore these. I hope that's all right. I didn't mean to—"He cut me off with a jerk of his head. "I asked you what you were doing in my kitchen."I blinked once more.Oh, Right."I was hungry," I said, fiddling with the spatula. "And I didn't want to wake you up, so I thought, I'll just go ahead and make myself some breakfast. I can
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