LIAM
I want to scream and cry. Embarrassment is etched on my entire being as I sit motionlessly on Kian's lap. His strong arm wrapped around me like steel. I can feel his smooth, broad chest and steel-like packs and muscles pressed against my back. He is so unbearably quiet that it is making my stomach flip.
I have nothing but my fate to blame the current situation on.
Kian doesn't speak. I don't speak. We just sit there, me on his lap, his bare arm encircling my waist. There is no sound other than the splashes of the water against the tub. The smell of soap grazes my nostrils. I can feel Kian's hot breathing on my nape. Goosebumps are racing along my skin.
My cheeks are hot. My body feels hot and everything feels hot. My heart is beating everywhere and my stomach is clenching. I can't explain how grateful I am for the remaining piece of clothing between us. Our underwears.
