I open my eyes, and find myself laying on top of Liam, my head resting on his chest, and his arms wrapped around my waist.

Since I'm still in last night's dress, I realise that we probably crashed as soon as we came from the party. I can already feel a gnarly hangover taking its course through my system.

Once I become kinda conscious, I decide to get up, but Liam's hold around me just becomes tighter. Without a second choice, I rest my head on him again, hoping he'll wake up soon.

And as I wait, I study his features. He looks so innocent when he's sleeping, steady breathing, and warm skin against mine. I nuzzle into him, staring at his profile as he eventually opens his eyes.

"Hi," I grin. He smiles back, and I start to get up, happy about the gentle interaction.

He suddenly grabs my arm, pulling me back on top of him, and rolling us around, him on top of me now. I let out a yelp at the sudden change, his forearms on either side of me. "Where do you think you're going?" he asks, too close to my face.

I can feel my cheeks turning hot, my eyes trailing down Liam's features, and landing on his lips. I want to kiss him. I want to kiss him. I want to kiss him.

And I hate that I want to kiss him.

We're over now, and some part of me just can't accept it. It seems like some part of Liam can't either.

He's about to say something when I hear the door open, Jason's presence filling the room. Still tangled in the sheets, I realise what this looks like. Oh, god.