"Sorry for keeping you waiting," Miss Kelly said as she walked to the kitchen. "I just had to shower first."
"No, it's fine," Liam replied, forcing himself to look at her face and not at how the bathrobe clung to her body.
Miss Kelly opened a white cabinet above the counter and pulled out two glasses, setting them down with soft clinks.
"What would you like to eat?" she asked, turning back to him. "I actually made something earlier, as an apology, but it's cold now. I could heat it up in the microwave, or if you'd rather have something else, there's—"
"I'm good, thanks," Liam interrupted. "But could I get something to drink? I'm actually really tired."
'I biked all day, then after hearing she made a delivery, I biked like a madman to get here. Add sex on top of that? I'm surprised I'm still awake.'
Between the frantic bike ride over and the literal marathon they'd just run on her floor, he was running on the system assist.
