I open my eyes, and the morning sun is flooding the room. Liam is still sleeping beside me, and the clock says 6:35 am. I’m not sure if I should wake him up for our training session or let him sleep. I look at his handsome face looking so peaceful and decide to give him a few more minutes. I replay the events in my head from last night, and I’m on cloud 9. It was amazing! Better than I imagined it would have been. Wait. But was it amazing for him? He had something to compare it to. Was it better than he expected it to be? What if it wasn't? I don't know how many women he’s been with, but I know at least a few. I wonder if they were better? Was he comparing us in his mind? Ugh.
I wish he didn't have anything to compare it to. I thought it was amazing, and he seemed really into it. Like re
