“Then what happened to all the coffees I made for you?” Liam sits down on the same couch as me, and turning his body toward mine, he rests his arm on the back, his hand settling inches from my head. “I drank them all.” With the donut halfway to my mouth, I pause to ask, “Because you didn’t want to offend me?” “No. Because I liked it.” He’s never grumpy with me. He doesn’t mind touching me. He drinks the coffee I make. He brought me to his home and has gone out of his way to take care of me. Slowly the realization starts to sink in. I think Liam likes me.
Oh-😃
