Liam woke up to the sound of cabinets opening and closing, followed by the sharp clink of a mug hitting the counter.
He groaned, his neck stiff from sleeping on the couch all night.
The thin cushions hadn't done him any favors, and now his back was paying for it.
"Do you have to be so loud?" he muttered, his voice rough with sleep as he squinted toward the kitchen.
Tasha was standing there in one of his old t-shirts, her hair pulled up into a messy bun. She didn't even look at him as she poured hot water into a mug.
"Now you know how it feels," she said flatly, stirring her coffee with deliberate, exaggerated motions.
Liam sat up slowly, rubbing his face with both hands. 'Fair enough.'
He reached for his phone on the coffee table, the screen lighting up with notifications.
First was Shay's reply from last night:
Shay~ "Yeah boss, I got everything covered. But yo, Zara has been asking about you non-stop. Like REALLY asking. What did you do to her?"*
