Chapter 4The Unusual Boyfriend

I rushed over and threw open the closet doors.

And there he was, huddled behind a row of my dresses. Liam, all six-foot-two of him, was crammed into the tiny space, the hem of my skirt clenched between his teeth. His face was pale, his jaw trembling.

I was stunned. "Liam! What in the world are you doing in there?"

His head shot up. The first thing he did was peer cautiously past my shoulder. "Is... is he gone?" he whispered.

I glanced back. The delivery guy's car was already pulling out of the driveway. "Yeah, he's gone."

Liam's eyes lit up for a second, then immediately dimmed. "He... he didn't stay?"

"Stay for what? He has other deliveries to make. Come on, get out of there. He's long gone."

Liam's tense shoulders finally relaxed, and he let out a huge sigh of relief. He hesitated, then added, his tone sly and conspiratorial, "...You know, a workaholic like that, someone who only thinks about their job... they must be incredibly boring. It must be exhausting, being with a person like that. But, just saying, I'm not that kind of workaholic..."

I nodded along. "You're right. That's why I like you so much better."

A small, smug smile touched his lips, and he lifted his chin with a hint of pride.

But just as quickly, his expression froze. The light in his eyes vanished, replaced by a look of self-loathing. He muttered something under his breath, then scrambled out of the closet and hurried past me, storming downstairs without another word.