For once, since I knew Liam, he wasn't putting on his usual black outfit. Instead, a white t-shirt stretched across his shoulder, highlighting the hardness of his muscles and his beautiful pale white skin. A pale grey jogger, resembling the color of ashes hung below his waist, low enough to infiltrate dirty thoughts into my mind, but I squashed them.
"You scared me." My voice came out huskier than expected. "What are you doing here?"
This was a stupid question, I know, but I couldn't think straight through the fog of adrenaline still hovering around my brain.
I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts before asking once more, "Why are you up?"
"Couldn't sleep." The long drawl of his low, sexy voice drifted toward me. "I guess I'm not the only one who couldn't."
He stared at me for a brief second before his eyes traveled over me.