Liam was already used to the sidelong glances in his direction when you were near him. Your father, who was a priest and often quarreled with you, was especially surprised by this.

And you just had some kind of addiction to Liam's smell, even though you washed yourself with herbs, he had his own smell, reminiscent of mint. That's why you often lay your head on his neck

Even during the service, where there were many people, you discreetly inhaled the scent of your brother and he stood calmly until your father decided that Liam should help him in the sacristy.

Father's stern look hinted that they would talk