He sighs and heads to the cupboard, pulling out his breakfast ingredients.I’m rather disappointed that’s all he has to say.
Does he not know how much effort this was to put together?That, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get out of this chair.Asking him for help would completely ruin my vibe.
No.
Oh no.
My bladder awakens, and I feel the first pangs of panic.It’s fine...it’s fine.I push the chair back, and...it’s stuck.
Shit.
Glancing down, I note the cover is hooked around the leg of the table, and I tug it.A quick glance and I see Liam has turned, now leaning against the kitchen counter and is spooning his stupid oats into his mouth.
“Little help,” I say.
“You’ve got this.”The start of a smile appears as he takes another mouthful.
Jerk.
I tug it against and push the chair, but the duvet gets even more tightly stuck in the metal leg.
“Liam, I need to go to the bathroom.This isn’t a joke.”
“I’m not stopping you.”He chuckles.
My bladder gets louder and louder as my heart starts pounding faster.
“Help.I’m stuck.”I hear the material rip—Jayden is going to kill me.
“All you have to do is dress like a normal person.”He takes another mouthful and chews calmly.
“Okay, can we talk about this after?I need you to—”
He starts walking out of the room.
“Liam!”
“Jumping in the shower.Have fun.”I hear him chuckle more.
Shit, shit, shit.
Time has run out.
The problem is, underneath this damn duvet-dress is...nothing.Ripping at the tie around my waist, I undo it andnakedrun down the hall to the bathroom.Thank god he—
SMASH.
Liam catches me in his arms as I die of embarrassment.
“Jesus Christ, Jessie!”he growls, as he takes in every inch of me, and not with repulsion.
If I had time to take it all in, I might enjoy the way his eyes flare with arousal, his lips gloss as his tongue runs over them.
But I don’t.
I am about to burst.
“Let me go; I’m going to pee myself!”
