Aria’s POV
The house was unnervingly quiet as I walked through. The silence pressed against my ears, making the faint sounds from the bedroom more pronounced.
Curious, I followed the noise, my footsteps soft on the familiar floor.
As I reached the doorway, the sound of running water ceased abruptly, and the door to the en-suite bathroom swung open. I froze, my breath catching in my throat.
Liam emerged, a towel slung low around his hips, water droplets clinging to his skin as they glistened in the dim light. His hair was damp, and he ran a hand through it, pushing it back from his forehead.
He seemed completely at ease, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be standing half-naked in front of me.
For a moment, I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Liam’s body had always been
