"Over here! I'm trying on a dress!" I speak aloud, responding at Sam's call.

"Oh you! What took you so long to respond?" I feel Sam's steps getting closer, and I must think fast.

"DON'T COME IN!" I snap, and she halts right before the curtains. "I'm still changing, Sam," I add.

Why am I lying? I'm disgusted with myself.

"And so what if you're changing?" Sam questions, chuckling lightly.

"Um, I'm kind of naked?" I say desperately.

"And since when do you care about that? You always strip without a warning," she casually remarks.

Liam shoots me an inquiring eyebrow at this little piece of information.

God! This is...