CHAPTER 137

Friday night rolled into Saturday morning, not that Mia noticed. She was far too blissed out from multiple orgasms and sleeping beside the hot water bottle that was Liam. She had never actually slept with someone before, not in the actual sleeping sense. The nights she and Peyton had passed out on the bed together after an evening of drunken revelry didn’t count. Spending the entire night in bed with Liam—intermittently snoozing and making sleepy love—was a revelation. She liked it. A lot. Maybe too much.

The smell of coffee woke her and she fluttered her eyes open, squinting in the bright sunlight. She could only just make out the form of Liam standing over her with a grin and a large takeaway coffee.

“Good morning,” he said.

Yes. Yes, it was a good morning. A very good morning.

“Good morning,” Mia replied and then cleared the huskiness from her throat, laughing. “Sorry.”

Liam sat on the edge of the bed and handed her the coffee. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I