The first thing Liam did as he stepped further into the quiet house was check if Lana's parents were home.
He didn't want awkward encounters—not today. Especially not after what happened earlier with Lana kneeing him like a crazy assassin. His pride still hadn't fully recovered.
He moved quietly, scanning the living room, the kitchen, and even peeking into the hallway that led to her parents' bedroom. No sign of them. The place was dead quiet except for one thing—the soft, constant sound of water running upstairs.
Shower.
He smirked faintly.
That had to be Lana.
He followed the sound, heading up the creaking wooden stairs with light steps until he reached the second floor. He paused in front of a door that was slightly ajar—the sound of water coming from behind it.
But instead of barging into the bathroom, his eyes drifted to the door directly beside it.
Lana's room.
