Alex scrambled off the bed, tugging uselessly at his too-short shorts, cheeks burning. "God, they're going to know—"
Liam, still sprawled shirtless against the headboard, raised a brow. "Oh, they already suspect." He reached for the nearest pair of sweatpants from the chair and tossed them at Alex. "Put those on. You look like you're two seconds away from corrupting me."
Alex caught them against his chest, sputtering. "Corrupting you? You're the one who—"
"Less talking, more covering up." Liam smirked, eyes gleaming.
Muttering curses, Alex turned to pull on the pants. He'd just gotten one leg in when—smack! Liam's palm landed firmly against him, the sharp sting making Alex yelp.
"Liam!" Alex's head snapped around, face scarlet.
Liam only laughed, low and wicked, leaning back like he hadn't just committed a crime. "Couldn't resist."
