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L I A M

Over the course of my career, I have learned to tolerate schedules which started early in the morning. No matter how little sleep I got, I always try and see the positive side. A new morning meant I was given another day to do my job, where I found happiness with the people I got to meet and work with and the places I got to go to.

However, take it from me, it's harder to tolerate mornings when the temperature is cold and you're on a balcony with your top which is nothing but a completely sheer turtleneck. It's even worse when your face is caked with make-up.

I had my hands buried in my armpits, trying to stop my teeth from chattering as another breeze swept across my face. "You need my jacket?" Caleb offered, his hands running up and down my biceps.