Leaning against the island counter, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his infuriatingly handsome face. Liam. He was a study in casual imperfection. His brown hair was rumpled, falling across his forehead. His sculpted chest right on view and grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He looked… comfortable. Too comfortable, considering he shouldn’t even be here. "Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his lips forming a smirk
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