Italic = Monologue
Emily's mom was right by the closet where Liam was hiding. Panicking, Emily stepped in front, acting casual. "Hey, Mom, where were you guys going?"
Her mom looked puzzled. "Just a meeting, an important one. Might change your future, Emily."
Before Emily could ask more, her parents rushed out, leaving her unsure. The door closed, and Liam carefully came out from the closet, beads of sweat on his forehead. He mumbled, "A heads-up that your parents were home would've been nice."
Trying not to look at Liam's now kinda see-through shirt, Emily stammered, "D-don't be so dramatic."
Confused by Emily's sudden awkwardness, Liam asked, "Why are you all red, princess?"
Annoyed, Emily muttered something about getting him a spare shirt and left him in the living room. Her thoughts raced as she retrieved the shirt. "Why am I so flustered? It's just a-abs..." Yet, an unexpected excitement lingered, and her heart pounded faster than she could comprehend.
When Emily returned, she tossed him a grey shirt that said 'You go girl.' Liam raised an eyebrow, but Emily ignored him. As Liam decided to take off his shirt, Emily attempted to play it cool, covering her eyes but sneaking a quick peek through her fingers.
"Enjoying the view, princess?" Liam teased, and Emily, caught off guard, responded with a middle finger. Internally, her thoughts spiraled. "Oh God, why did I look? He's just taking off his shirt. It's nothing." Despite her attempts to brush it off, a subtle heat lingered on her cheeks.
As Liam's shirt slid off, Emily's internal monologue heightened. "This wasn't part of the plan. Why does he have to look like that?" She found herself fumbling over words, her usual confidence giving way to an uncharacteristic stutter.
Liam, noticing Emily's reaction, couldn't help but tease further. "Can't handle the sight, huh?" he smirked. Emily, flustered and unable to articulate a coherent response, opted for the reliable middle finger once again. "Fuck you, just put the fucking shirt on"
After that whole fiasco, they decide to go back onto working on the project. Emily pulls it out of its hiding place and found it torn. Liam taking the initiative upon seeing Emily's stunned look said "We'll fix it"
As they tried fixing the torn project, Emily couldn't hold back her frustration, slamming her hand on the table. "This is just too much! How could this happen?"
Liam, always chill, tried to ease her worries. "It's a setback, but we can fix it, Emily. No worries."
Under the dim desk lamp, the night rolled on. Emily's annoyance hung in the air like a grumpy cloud, making the atmosphere kinda tense. Liam sensed they needed a break from the mess.
"Let's take a breather. Your parents seem dead serious about this meeting changing your future. Any idea what it's about?" Liam asked, taking a moment from the project.
Emily sighed, taking a pause. "No clue. They're always into big business stuff. I just hope it's not messing with my life."
Liam leaned back, pondering the mysterious meeting. "You never know. Maybe it's a good change, something cool coming your way."
Amid the late-night coffee vibes and the soft glow of the desk lamp, their chat became a bit of a lifesaver. The room felt calm, and the torn project seemed less of a problem.
At midnight, Emily, exhausted, fell asleep with her head on the table. Liam noticed, wondering if he should wake her or let her sleep. Trying to lift her, Liam hesitated as Emily shifted in her sleep. Afraid of disturbing her, he stiffened. Emily's hair fell across her face, so Liam gently brushed it away.
As he gazed at Emily, an internal monologue played in his mind. "She looks peaceful when she's sleeping. Never imagined working on a project with Emily Sandler would turn into this."
Shaking off the moment, Liam tried again to lift her. This time, she moved, falling into his lap. Not sure what to do, he persevered, carrying her to the nearby couch. As he cradled Emily in his arms, a strange warmth enveloped him, and an unexpected sensation settled in his chest.
His heart raced, the rhythmic thudding echoing in his ears. Liam couldn't deny the panic rising within him. "What the hell is happening? This wasn't part of the plan. She's just asleep, and I'm just carrying her, right?" The weight of her in his arms felt oddly comforting, yet a peculiar unease lingered beneath the surface.
Gently placing Emily on the couch, Liam couldn't shake the strange sensation. He stood there, staring down at her slumbering form, caught between an unfamiliar warmth and the undeniable reality of the situation. "Get a grip, Liam. It's just Emily, and you're just helping her." But the unsettling feeling persisted, leaving him in an unforeseen state of disquiet.
As he prepared to work on the project again, Emily's grip unexpectedly tightened on his arm. Still asleep, she hugged it, leaving Liam a bit confused. He couldn't help but stare at her, wondering why it felt different.
"What's going on here? This wasn't part of the plan. Why does it feel different?" Liam's heart started beating a bit faster, and he felt a bit weird. Her holding onto his arm brought a mix of emotions he couldn't quite understand.
The room got quiet, and all Liam could hear were the soft sounds of the night outside. He stood there, caught between feeling a bit panicked and the warmth of Emily's grip. "It's just a simple touch, right?" he thought, trying to convince himself that it was nothing more.
Yet, as he looked at Emily and felt her holding onto his arm, the strange feelings lingered. The night seemed to hold a different atmosphere, and Liam couldn't shake the sense that things had unexpectedly changed between him and Emily.
