EXTREME FEAR

Diane’s P.O.V.

After a few minutes, Liam got out of the bathroom wearing a plain white T-shirt and boxer shorts. He was holding his tuxedo. As much as I would like to see him with his wet hair, I ended up ignoring him.

With the towel on my shoulder, I rushed inside and locked the bathroom door. I could not even remember if I closed the fridge properly. All I wanted was to avoid him. I felt like my face was still red from the heat, and I immediately confirmed it in front of the mirror above the sink, installed right next to the door.

Soon, I was...