Back in his room, Liam stood under the steady stream of the shower, water cascading down his body and through his dark hair. Steam filled the small space, curling around him like a misty veil.
One hand braced against the wall, his fingers splayed for support as droplets slid over his chiseled features, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. He stood still, letting the warmth of the water wash away the lingering tension in his muscles.
Moments later, Liam stepped out of the shower, water dripping from his toned frame. He grabbed a towel and ran it briskly over his body, the cool air brushing against his damp skin. Tossing the towel aside, he reached for his pants and shirt, slipping into them with practiced ease.
He moved to the edge of his bed, sitting down heavily, his elbows resting on his knees. For a moment, his gaze was fixed on the floor, but his thoughts were far away, spiraling into the chaos of recent events.
