Vivian's POV
"I was just..." My words died in my throat as embarrassment flooded through me.
Liam's gaze traveled down my body with deliberate slowness. I couldn't stop myself from fidgeting under his scrutiny. His attention lingered on my bare legs before meeting my eyes again, then dropping lower once more.
Looking down at myself, I realized how I must appear to him. My red tank top had ridden up during my exploration, revealing a strip of skin above my black shorts. These clothes were perfectly normal for lounging around, but under Liam's intense stare, the shorts suddenly felt scandalously short.
"Exploring my private space without permission?" he said, entering the room with that unsettling calm that always made my pulse stutter. I remained frozen against the hidden door. He dropped something onto his bed - his phone, which bounced once before settling. "That shows poor judgment, Vivian."
