Closed Third Person
Liam uncurled in his bed, stretching slowly as the sun poured in the over-sized window opposite his four poster bed. He groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. His wrist cuff scraped over his face, the leather a bit rough on his skin. He adjusted it with a smug smile, then flopped back down, nude on the sheets. He slept alone and that was a bit odd for him. He was automatically shifting to avoid the wet spot that wasn't actually there.

He rolled out of bed and made a phone call while he wanted around getting dressed. When he was done, he wandered down to the store, opening things up and waiting for Emily.

It had been a long week.

But weirdly?

It didn't feel much different than any other week.