They were already eating by the time the silence became noticeable.
Sitting side by side on the small couch, plates balanced on the coffee table in front of them, the smell of butter and garlic and something herbal filling the apartment.
They'd showered separately.
Liam first, standing under the hot water longer than necessary, letting it run over the stitches and bruises. Tasha after, taking her time, the bathroom door closed.
Now Liam was wearing a plain black t-shirt and grey sweatpants.
Tasha had on one of his shirts, navy blue and oversized, hanging down to mid-thigh. Her long black hair was still damp, falling loose around her shoulders. .
No bra underneath. He could tell from the way the fabric sat against her chest, her nipples visible as faint points through the thin material.
She wasn't wearing anything else either. Just the shirt and black panties underneath.
Above her head.
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They ate in silence.
