Chapter 29

But It's not as easy to concentrate with Liam staring me down from his position at a desk. I look up at him multiple times to see him watching me, each time, he keeps his gaze with me. I'm always the one who chickens out and looks away. I sigh once I'm done with one half of the canvas and lean back to examine my work. I brush back a stray hair that had fallen out of my braid and purse my lips. "What do you think?" I ask Liam and glance up at him. His eyes dart to the paper and he examines for a minute or two before he shrugs, "It's nice, I suppose." "You're really great help," I drawl sarcastically. "What the hell are you doing anyway? Aren't you supposed to be helping?" "I am," He says, "Supervising is hard work, you know?" I scuff. How is sitting down with your feet propped up on a desk and leaning back in a chair hard work? "Why'd you even sign up for this if you weren't going to do nothing?"