#Chapter20
EXTREME FEAR
Diane’s P.O.V.
After a few minutes, Liam got out of the bathroom wearing a plain white T-shirt and boxer shorts. He was holding his tuxedo. As much as I would like to see him with his wet hair, I ended up ignoring him.
With the towel on my shoulder, I rushed inside and locked the bathroom door. I could not even remember if I closed the fridge properly. All I wanted was to avoid him. I felt like my face was still red from the heat, and I immediately confirmed it in front of the mirror above the sink, installed right next to the door.
Soon, I was done showering too. I was not able to bring my bra, so I was sure that my rich breasts could be barely seen through my lacy top. Hiding them from Liam, I just crossed my arms in front of my chest while walking in the direction of the cabinet. I even saw him watching a Netfilms’ movie, but I had decided to look away.
