Vivian's POV
Tonight wasn't the right time to dig deeper into who Liam really was, but I refused to let the Mya situation slide.
I needed to find a way to bring her up without making him suspicious.
After our passionate encounter on my vanity table, he pressed one final kiss to my lips before heading downstairs to reheat dinner for us both.
I slipped into the shower, then threw on a tank top and shorts. He seemed to have a thing for this particular outfit, and I wasn't complaining about the way his eyes darkened every time he saw me in it.
When I made my way to the kitchen, he was already arranging our plates alongside a bottle of wine.
The sight nearly brought me to my knees. Liam had switched into gray sweatpants but remained bare-chested, the fabric sitting dangerously low on his hips.
