Bossy Bottom

Chapter 4 - Liam

POV- Liam

My head was a giant cloud, filled with worry again. Was my father alright back home on his own? I should be there helping him, getting the herd out before the morning sun hit the mountain peak in the west. Was the hunting formation catching enough wild boar this week, or did they have to slaughter another couple of cows again? Maybe we should take them further up the mountains and have them hunt wild goats instead.

I had just returned and lay sprawled across the bed when my wandering thoughts came to an abrupt halt at the sound of a solid knock on the door.

No one knows me here - it's probably just someone knocking on the wrong door. "Wrong door, idiot!" I half-yelled, not bothering to get up.

"Idiot, huh? If that's my new pet name, you'll need to work on it. And yeah, I'm pretty sure I've got the right door actually."

What the actual fuck? "Wyatt?" I questioned at the door, half sitting up, more confused than ever.

"Yeah?" he called right back.

Glancing around the room, I realized I hadn't even bothered to tidy up. Figured no one would be coming around to see me. but now I severely regreted it. Jumping into action, throwing dirty socks and T-shirts into my bag. "What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to buy more time.

"I just wanted to... uh..." He started, words sounded muffled from the other side of the door.

"What?"I yelled, barely hearing him as I lay on all fours, trying to shove the bag into the tiny space under the bed.

"Can I come in?" He called out, sounding a bit annoyed, while I hurriedly flipped the sheet, making the bed look somewhat presentable.

Unlocking the door, I swung it open, trying to act as smoothly as possible. "Sure, come right in," I answer a bit out of breath, hoping he wouldn't notice.

His smile was warm as he held up a large cup with a straw "Your chocolate milkshake, sir," he formaly announced, slightly bowing his head in respect as he held out the shake for me to take.

And oh my God. I dont know if it was the 10-second cleaning spree or him that made my body temperature slightly rising. Proabably the cleaning, right? Nothing else.

Grabbing the cold shake, I tried to calm my body down, taking shallow breaths through my nose as I watched him glide into my room.

"Nice room" He says, taking in his surroundings.

Closing the door I turn and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirrror. Damn, I was a mess - my hair looked like a bird's nest, and my shirt wrinkled and disheveled.

Trying descreetly to drag my hands through my hair, untangle a couple of knots. Shit, I should really brush it. My hands will just make it more greasy, but fuck it, it's better than nothing. I tugged at myshirt, trying to flatten out the wrinkles, but gave up after no success whatsoever. "I wasn't expecting you" I said, a little annoyed.