Alana
No boy had any right to look as good as Liam did with his shirt off. Sliding out of the bathroom, I leaned casually against the door frame and peaked across the room, into his closet. I couldn’t pry my eyes off of him as he gathered a shirt from his dresser drawer. I smiled to myself, feeling confident as I strutted towards him in his t shirt.
“Oh, are you ready?” He asked, his gaze suddenly catching mine. He stepped slowly out of the closet and I could feel the saliva pooling in my mouth as my eyes trailed over his rippling muscles. No matter how much my head pounded, begging me to cover my eyes with some sunglasses, that was something I could look at all day. His eyes came up to meet mine finally and my breath nearly caught in my throat at how dark they were, and the way he look
