Haylie POV
After a quick, warm bath, I slipped into sweatpants, a simple shirt, and my slippers. I didn't care about how I looked; I just wanted to be comfortable and clean. There was nothing quite like a good warm bath to soothe you.
As I made my way downstairs, the delicious aroma of food wafted through the air, drifting from the kitchen.
I hoped Liam was okay in there, that he hadn't somehow managed to break the place down. But when I stepped into the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks.
Liam wasn't just okay—he was perfect. Standing there with a dish towel casually draped over his shoulder, he was busy dishing up our plates. As soon as he noticed me, a sexy smile crossed his lips.
"Hey, gorgeous," he said, his voice low and warm.
My heart swelled and melted at the same time. I took a step closer to the table, unable to stop the smile from spreading across my face.
