He got dressed quietly, grabbed his wallet, his phone, his coat, and was about to slip out when he felt Carol stir behind him. One arm was halfway into his jacket, and he stood there like a guilty teenager sneaking out of a house that wasn’t his.
"Mm. Morning." She raised an eyebrow as he turned. "Sneaking out on me?"
"I have to work."
"I didn’t say you were allowed to work."
"What?"
She giggled. "It’s a joke, Liam. You seriously need a tutorial on humor."
"Oh… Sorry, I’m not used to jokes. It’s early. And I didn’t want to wake you."
"You didn’t want to wake me. What a gentleman."
Liam shifted his weight, feeling awkward in the quiet. It was always easier when there was noise—espresso machines, customers, Marco heckling him from behind the bar.
"I—uh. I didn’t want to be late."
Carol patted the bed beside her once. "Come here." Liam crossed back and sat on the edge of the mattress. "So you’re going to leave like a thief in the morning, stealing the goodbye, and I’m just supposed to accept that?"
She reached for him, hooking two fingers around the edge of his jacket sleeve, and kissed him. "Okay. Now you can go."
"Right…"
"Will you call me again?"
"Yes! Of course I will."
"Good boy. Don’t be that kind of guy."
"Okay. I’m going."
"Bye," Carol said, knowing he’d come back.
Enjoyyy! 💋Xoxo💋
Lara Lynn
Lara Lynn
2025-12-20 15:47:39 +0000 UTCBackdoor Jesus
2025-12-20 15:40:16 +0000 UTC