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A few minutes later, I set the journal down. While I’m happy that I’ve read all of Mom’s journals, I’m still slightly confused by everything. Sighing, I turn my attention to the safe. It’s open, but there’s a piece of paper inside that says how to change the passcode. I change it and secure my items inside.
Gathering my bathroom supplies, I take them into the bathroom along with my new pajamas. After putting my things away, I wash my face and teeth before brushing and loosely braiding myhair. Slipping into the silk pajama shirt and shorts, I pick up my sundress off the floor.
My gaze catches in the mirror and my jaw drops. Both the top and shorts hug my body like a glove. I’m a little self-conscious of how much cleavage the shirt shows, but then again, I can’t deny how good the pj’s make me feel. The image of Liam seeing me in this has me blushing and my thighs clench remembering how he felt against me earlier.
Knowing I’m not ready to go further, I push those thoughts out of my head. Heading back into the bedroom, I put my clothes in the hamper.
Crawling under the covers, a sigh escapes when I feel how comfortable the mattress is. Soft enough where my body slightly sinks in, but also firm to support my body as well. I no longer have to sleep on that old twin mattress where the springs poke me all over. Snuggling deeper into the covers, I drift off to sleep.
Waking up the next morning, I groan and bury my face in my pillow. I don’t want to get up. I hardly got any sleep last night. My brain wouldn’t shut off and scenario after scenario kept running through my head about talking to Smoke and the others today.
Hearing Liam’s shower turn on, I groan again and look at the clock. It’s 7 am. I’m surprised I didn’t wake up earlier since I’m normally out of the trailer by 6 am at the latest to try and avoid Preston.
With a sigh, I fling the covers off me and walk over to the dresser. From my new clothes, I pick out a t-shirt, jeans, underwear, and socks before heading into the bathroom.
After doing my business, I turn on the water and strip while I wait for it to warm up. Snagging a hair tie, I put my long hair up in a messy bun on top of my head so it won’t get wet. I normally only wash my hair every two to three days. Since my hair is so long and thick, it takes forever to dry it.
Stepping under the spray, I snag my body wash.
As I’m lathering up, I can hear a groan coming from another room and I realize my bathroom must be next to Liam’s. Then I hear another groan. And then my name.
Holy moly.
It’s then that my foggy brain puts things together.
Liam is in the shower that’s next to my bathroom.
Naked.
And he’s thinking aboutme.
That thought has my thighs clenching and for the first time ever, I contemplate actually acting on my desires myself. I’ve never touched myself that way before because the walls in our trailer are paper thin and I know most of the insulation is gone between the walls with how cold it gets in there. There’s no way I was going to do that when Preston could hear what I’m doing. I always feared that if I would do that, that he’d think I’ve had sex before. That he’d make me do things in exchange for his drugs, much like he makes Mom do.
A shudder runs through me at the mental images of Mom strewn out on the couch or coffee table as one of Preston’s dealers has his way with her. Each time, her eyes were dazed and I knew Preston had pumped her full of drugs to make her comply.
Those thoughts have my mood instantly souring. With the desire to bring myself to my first orgasm gone, I finish cleaning off and shut off the water. Drying off, I turn on my straightener before using lotion all over my body and slipping on my clothes.
Glancing in the mirror as I dress, my mood instantly lifts. I definitely need to go shopping with Sasha, as this outfit is further proof of how good her tastes are and her ability to know my size even through my baggy clothes. Especially since I could never find pants that fit me, but she did.
The bra lifts and supports my ample chest better than the cheap cotton bras I had before. While I didn’t put on any of the sexier underwear, I did snag some soft boy shorts that make my butt look cute. The t-shirt is fitted and shows off a little cleavage. The skinny jeans hug my body like a second skin. I wish I had some boots or something, but I’ll have to make do with my old tennis shoes for now.
Undoing my bun, I brush out my hair. With the straightener, I touch up a few areas. Pulling out my make-up, I apply a little blush, eyeshadow, mascara and lip gloss. I tuck my lip gloss into my pocket and take a look at myself.
Despite everything with Smoke hanging over me, I’m happy with how I look. Since being here, I’ve started feeling more like myself than ever before. Probably because I’m not constantly looking over my shoulder, worrying about what Preston will do next.
Now, there’s a lightness to my shoulders and overall, I feel lighter, too. Part of that is because of Liam. He’s slowly starting to dispel some of the things people have said to me in the past about my appearance. Smiling, my body further relaxes when I remember how good it felt to have his arms around me last night in his backyard as we chatted. For the most part, it was the girls and me talking, but every now and then Liam would speak up.
The smell of bacon coming from downstairs has my stomach growling and I quickly put my things away. Heading into my bedroom, I pick up my tennis shoes, and slip my phone into my pocket. Grinning, I remember the text I had waiting for me from Peggy that I saw last night after getting to Liam’s house. She sent it after I had talked to her using Liam’s phone.
Needless to say, I need to find some time today and call her as she wants to know more about him. Now that she knows he’s in the club, I don’t feel like I need to hide as much about Smoke as I had originally thought. She knows I’m here and I’m guessing she put two and two together that Smoke is part of the club as well.
Heading downstairs, I put my shoes in the entryway and walk into the kitchen only to stop and stare. Liam’s at the stove in nothing but basketball shorts that hang low on his hips. His muscles and tattoos are on full display, and for some reason, I’m itching to trace them all with my fingers and tongue.
My gaze lowers and I have to bite my tongue at how good his butt looks. Oh my lordy, do I need a fan, and maybe a napkin to wipe my drool off, because Liam is hot as heck. If he keeps this up, I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold out.
“Morning, Sunshine.”
His voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I look up at him, only to see he’s turned his head and is smirking at me. I swear I turn even redder than I already was when his gaze slowly takes in what I’m wearing. When his gaze meets mine again, my thighs clench at seeing the heat in his eyes.
