Chapter Seventy-Six

Liam’s POV

“Good morning,” Emma mumbled as she stepped out of her room.

I had been standing by my doorway for a while trying to respond to some messages before eventually heading back into my room when Emma stepped out of hers.

She had clearly just woken up and, judging from the raspiness of her voice, I had assumed she was going down to get some water to drink or something. From the look on her face, it was quite obvious she had forced that greeting out of her mouth. Like she only did it because of how close we were standing to each other, and she didn’t want to seem rude or something.

“Good morning, Emma,” I greeted her back as I turned off my phone.

“Hm,” she said, then made her way to leave, but I stopped her.

I stretched out my hand to block her path and she stopped just a few inches from my hand. It was almost as if she made sure to avoid the hand just in time so she wouldn’t have to touch me.

“Please wait,” I pleaded.

She looked at me, then looked back at my hand, then lo