A noise woke Liam and he turned to his side to squint at the clock.
It was four in the morning and Kieran wasn’t in bed.
Kieran’s flight was at eleven this morning.
A little concerned, Liam untangled himself from the sheets and slipped his boxer shorts on. He made his way down the stairs and paused. “Can’t sleep again?” he asked Kieran, who was sitting up in the living room.
On the couch, Kieran looked up from his laptop and shook his head. “No…I’m sorry if I woke you. I dropped my spoon on the way back from the kitchen.” He’d been eating vanilla ice cream.
“Can I sit with you? Or do you wanna be alone?” Liam stepped up to the couch, suddenly unsure of what to say or do. In the last three days, things had been a little strange between them. They hadn’t made love. Hadn’t talked much ei
