He Called Me His Bed Buddy. Now He's Losing His Mind
Language: en
The 99th time I woke up in a hotel room with my childhood best friend, Liam Hayes, he was still just as wild. The next morning, my body was covered in hickeys. The slightest movement sent a sharp ache through my lower back. The lingering scent of intimacy still hung heavy in the air. Liam's long arm wrapped around me, savoring the soft warmth of my body. "Dress formally tomorrow," he said, his voice casual. "Come home with me." I shot up, a surge of hope swelling in my chest. "Are you finally going to… make us public?" Liam arched an eyebrow, glancing at me sideways. "Public? About…