Eleven
Liam
It was only just past sunrise when I rolled out of Audrey’s bed to look for my pants.
I found them within seconds and pulled them on as quietly as I could so as not to disturb her.
She lay curled up on her side with her dark hair spread out over the pillow in a messy fan and most of her soft skin covered by the duvet. There was still an imprint in the bedding next to her where I’d been holding her close all night.
Looking at her made my chest tight, and I rubbed distractedly at it before I turned to find the rest of my clothes.
I’d done this thousands of times before—gotten out of bed after a hot night with a bird before she ever woke up, if I wasn’t in the mood to deal with any promises I may or may not have made while in the heat of the moment.
Neither of us had said a
