Alana
A soft tap on the hotel room door jolted me from my bed way too early for me to even consider waking up. I groaned and rolled over, hoping that whatever it was would just disappear. I, however, was only left disappointed as the knock came again, a little louder this time, more urgent. With a sigh I threw the covers off of me and ventured to the door in my pyjama shorts and tank top. Pulling it open without checking who it was, a smile crossed my face when I found Liam on the other side. The brightest smile on his face the moment he laid eyes on me. Damn, he looked good enough to eat this morning, with his hair messed up as if the wind had ran through it already today and a t shirt that fit just tight enough to hint at the muscles underneath.
“Hey,” I sighed, leaned against the doo
