Chapter 287 Are You Gay
Liam’s eyes blinked open slowly.
The room was quiet. Morning light filtered softly through the half-drawn curtains, casting warm patterns across the walls. Lilith was still asleep, nestled against him with her head resting on his chest. Her breathing was soft and steady, completely relaxed.
It was rare to see her like this—so peaceful.
Her usual sharpness and intensity were nowhere to be found in her sleeping face. She looked younger like this. Softer. Almost innocent.
Liam reached up and gently brushed a few strands of golden hair from her cheek, letting his fingers linger just for a moment. Then, carefully, he slid out from under her without waking her. She shifted slightly, but didn’t stir.
He stood, stretched, then made his way to her bathroom.
The space was sleek and minimal, just like everything else in Lilith’s penthouse. He turned on the shower and stripped down, letting the hot water run down his body as he stood there, head bowed. The silence helped him think, and what he was thinking about wasn’t pleasant.
The image of last night flashed through his mind—not just the sex, but the tension that had led up to it. The danger pressing in from all sides. The weight on his chest hadn’t disappeared.
After drying off, he found a fresh change of clothes in her walk-in closet—black pants, fitted black T-shirt, and a jacket that somehow fit him perfectly. He knew she buys cloth his size but it was the first then trying one of them.
On his way out, he stopped at the set of keys hanging beside her wine rack. He took a moment to pick one—the one with a matte black key fob and the stylized L insignia. Probably her most ridiculous car.
Liam slipped quietly into the private elevator and descended into the underground garage.
The doors slid open and revealed a vast lineup of machines—sleek, deadly, expensive.