Liam wasn't sure when the idea first wriggled itself into his brain. The man was just supposed to be a quick meal, then a feast, and now... Now things were different. After following the man around as much as he could, his feelings on the subject had changed. There were so many years of solitude behind him that even the near-stalking was somewhat comforting.
He was decided now on what had to happen. On what would happen.
Ainsley's flat wasn't as well-protected as the human thought it was. It was far too easy for Liam to get in without notice once all the flatmates had gone to bed, and it was even easier to get in when the other flatmates weren't home. He had waited, suffered through the long, torturous week until Ainsley was alone in the flat with the knowledge that his mates wouldn't be home for another several hours.
He let himself in that night and shut the door quietly behind him. Liam perched himself on Ainsley's bureau in his bedroom. He absently adjusted his fingerless gloves around his wrists and tugged at the neckline of the shirt he wore. Swinging one booted leg free, letting it go back and forth, while the other settled on the bureau with him, Liam cleared his throat loudly. Certainly loud enough to wake the all-too-familiar bloke up.