We wake up at 7:20 am and decide to jump in the shower together. My body is so sore from yesterday's workout with Zo, but I don't let on. Liam takes his time to unbraid and take out all the bobby pins in my hair, and then washes and conditions it for me. I love that he can be so gentle, tender and loving one minute, and then the next he's pushing me against the shower wall, and he's ravaging my body with such a primal need.
Things were so heated in the shower, but we took it to the bedroom so we could use protection. When we finished, I took a look at the time and it’s 8:20 am, and I feel the panic set in.
“s**t, we’re supposed to be at breakfast with my parents in 10 minutes,” I say, jumping up. We get dressed as fast as we can. I put a french braid in my still wet hair because I don't
