At first, I was quite amused to see Liam completely off his game in the hours after our fun little morning. The auburn-haired man would lose track of what he was doing, shoot a glance my way, pace a bit, and then went back to what he was doing. Whenever we touched, like when our hands reached for the same fork or when our shoulders brushed as we walked past each other in the hallway, he would tense and walk away in such a stiff manner that it made me think of a tin soldier marching off.
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