“Fuck, Bristol. I’m not sure I’m not still dreaming.”
I bring my hands down and pin his arms playfully to the bed. “You’re wide awake, and you’re mine.” I lean down, hovering over his lips, teasing him.
He raises up, against my body, our chests pressed together as he captures my lips and unbinds his hands from my grip, wrapping them around my waist.
Liam rolls us around, putting me on my back as he climbs up my torso. One hand dances across my thighs and over my bare hip. He’s skirting where I most want him to touch me.
“Wait.” I press a hand to his chest, stopping him.
Liam’s breath is ragged, and he pulls back, climbing off my body like I’ve burned him.
“I just … I need to take my medicine before we do anything like this,” I gesture between us. “And, umm, we need a condom too.”
Liam comes prepared, whipping out his wallet and showing me what he’s packing.
I’m not sure if I should feel relieved or mortified. Has he thought about this with me a lot, or does he pack condoms in case he runs into a girl he wants to sleep with?
Best not to ask.
I really don’t want to hear the answer.
“Where are your pills?” Liam asks, moving off the mattress.
“On the desk.” I point to the desk and the colorful pillbox where my medications are stored for the week.
He brings me the container along with a bottle of juice from the fridge.
“Thanks,” I say, snapping the lid of the pills and pouring them into my palm.
His eyes widen, surprised by the number of prescriptions that I’m taking. “Don’t judge me.” I glare at him.
“Wouldn’t dream of it. If the pills are helping…” he trails off when his phone buzzes, and he checks it briefly while I take medication with orange juice.
“Everything okay?” I ask.
He holds out his hand for the empty pill container, and I offer it to him to put back on my desk.
“Just Luca, making sure I’m all right since I never made it home last night.”
Luca checking up on Liam is next level. I never thought guys did that with each other.
I hand him the small bottle of juice, and he tucks it back into the fridge.
“That’s nice. I didn’t realize he was sweet on you,” I tease him.
He tosses his middle finger up at me, but the smile on his face is playful and not at all mad.
Our banter will never cease between us. Liam sits at the edge of the bed, his attention on me. The mood feels dampened by my new normal routine. “How are you feeling?”
I exhale and force a smile, not wanting to worry him. “Mornings are sometimes rough.” I reach for his hand. “It’s nice to have you here with me. I really thought you were going to bail last night after I fell asleep.”
Liam stretches and runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t want to leave you alone, but I thought if I told you that, you’d either kick me out or shout at me.”
He’s not wrong. That sounds like something I’d do. “You know me too well, Moretti.”
“Okay, Greyson.” He pats my leg. “What’s on the agenda this morning? Breakfast out together? How’s that hangover? Can you eat?”
“No hangover,” I say. I didn’t drink that much. I’m just a bit of a lightweight when it comes to consuming any alcohol.
