He kisses my stomach in response, holding me closer.
“Do you want to take your clothes off?” I ask quietly as I rub my hand down his back.
A smirk paints his lips, and I shake my head at his dirty mind.
“I'm not in the mood for sex. Please don’t tempt me because I’m exhausted, but I’ll let you–”
“Shut up and just get comfortable.”
He says he is comfortable, and it takes him a few minutes to gain the energy, but he lazily pulls his shirt off, and his pants follow soon after.
My eyes cast down his perfect body, and a sigh escapes past my lips as I marvel at the art on his skin.
He lays on my stomach again, and I study every perfect line of work on his back. I don’t really care for tattoos and don’t have any because of the pain and modeling but Liam makes everyone who has a tattoo look like a joke.
I glance at his face, and he looks so peaceful now compared to how lost he looked when he walked in here. I brush an eyelash off his cheek before kissing him softly.
When a smile appears on his face, I kiss him again.
“What are your favorite flowers?”
I feel my brows furrow at how random that was, but I answer anyway.
“Dahlias—or maybe hydrangeas.” Both are so pretty, I can’t begin to understand how they can form like that. Roses make sense in my brain, but hydrangeas? No clue how they’re even real.
“Gold or silver jewelry?”
I laugh softly. “Gold? What's with the random questions?”
He shrugs. “Something my mom said…” He's quiet for a while before he adds, “Capri is my mom’s nurse…wasmy mom's nurse,” he starts randomly again, like his mind is on a hundred things at once, but I don't complain as he shares. “I just left after yelling at her and fired her which was stupid because she–” He shakes his head before going on. “Now I’ll have to fucking say sorry, and Ihateapologizing.”
“Why'd you yell at her?” I wait for him to respond but notice he isn't going to. I have even more questions now, but I ask the only one that matters.
“Is your mom okay?” I feel him tense under me, but I wrap a leg around him and rub a hand in his hair. He pulls in another deep breath before pulling my shirt up and laying on my bare stomach.
“I hope so.” He sounds like he’s asking a higher power rather than answering me, and I don’t say anything else as his breaths even out.
I reach over for my phone and reply to a few comments as he sleeps. As I keep scrolling, I notice I’ve been getting a lot of love lately, but then I realize I havenohate comments.
I keep looking through my post as I respond to my supporters, and I can’t find one mean thing. It’s good, of course, but weird. Even on posts where I remember seeing hate comments, there’s nothing bad under my pictures.
“Are you hungry?”
I don’t answer, and I know he heard my stomach growling, but I thought he wassleeping.
“Hmm?”
When I glance down at him, his eyes are still shut. “Not really.” I move his hair again, and I think he actually is sleeping, but then he speaks up again.
“Do you want to try to eat?” He sounds like he’s literally sleep-talking, and I can’t help but smile at him.
“Go to sleep, Lee.”
“The food is still downstairs.” He lets out a small yawn before sitting up. “I'll get you some.”
He makes his way out of bed, but I grab his hand. “What? No, you're going to fall asleep while walking down the stairs. I’ll just eat in the morning.”
“You can eat nowandin the morning, beloved.”
