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My head shoots up, and it’s only then that I register what he just said.
He thinks I’m beautiful?
That can’t be right.
I shake my head. “With bruises all over my body? I don’t think so.”
With a soft sigh—like he’s disappointed I said that—he takes my hands, stretching my arms out wide so he can drink me in. It’s squirm-worthy. His gaze is gliding down my naked body. Why am I not stopping this?
“You’re beautiful,” he says again, the look in his eyes so sincere that it’s impossible not to believe him.
This is crazy.
I’m a mess, and he’s standing here admiring me like I’m a piece of art. And he… he’s still erect.
My eyes have tracked back down his body without my say-so, and I’m staring at his manhood again. Staring and struggling to swallow. And yep, I think my cheeks are on fire too.
“Here, just…” Liam spins, ducking into his closet and pulling something off a hanger. He throws it at me, and I catch it, pulling it wide to see it’s his hockey jersey. “Put that on. It might make it easier. Encourage the little guy to calm down, you know?”
Little guy?
He’s obviously not seeing what I’m seeing.
I keep the thought to myself as I pull the jersey on. It’s hard not to wince. My body is feeling stiffer than it did yesterday, but as the fabric falls down just past my butt, I’m enveloped with this sense of calm I can’t explain.
There’s comfort in this jersey. I don’t know what it is, but I kind of want to keep wearing it forever.
Glancing up, I check on Liam, about to ask him if that’s better, but he’s staring at me with parted lips, like he’s struggling to form words.
Finally, he manages to croak, “Okay, that’s really not helping.” He turns around, resting his hands on his hips. “You in my jersey is way too sexy. Like, it’s a problem.”
My lips jump into a grin before I can stop them.
This is so bizarre.
I mean, I wouldn’t call myself ugly. But I’m certainly not the stunner Liam is treating me as. I’m just your average girl, yet he’s acting like I’m some cover model who’s turning him on.
I tug on the bottom of the jersey, not really wanting to take it off but wondering if I should. My clothes are right there in my suitcase.
My clothes, which will never be good enough again.
Seriously, I want to throw on a pair of leggings and live in just those and this jersey for the rest of my life.
Liam glances over his shoulder, his eyes raking over my body before he winces and turns around again, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath.
Wow. He’s really struggling.
And I’m in shock, to be honest.
Until Theo, I’d always been attracted to guys who were never interested in me. It was like my thing in high school. I fell for the guys who were out of my league all the time, and then the ones who did try to chase me… I wasn’t interested.
I honestly thought I was cursed until Theo started flirting with me.
Then swept me off my feet.
Then knocked me off my feet and locked the door.
My stomach sinks, and I absentmindedly brush the bruise on my hip.
