POV: Chloe Lopez
The girl looked between us, made a sound like whatever, and walked away.
The music from the stage thumped on. Around us, people talked and laughed and completely failed to notice that I had just done the most impulsive thing I'd done in my seventeen years on this earth.
Liam looked at me.
The surprise in his face was already settling, folding down into something quieter and more dangerous. His eyes moved over me—not the quick scan of checking whether I was okay, but something slower. Something that felt like taking inventory.
"Say that again," he said. His voice was low, barely carrying over the noise.
He definitely heard me.
"You heard me." My heart was attempting to escape through my ribs. "And before you say anything—yes, I know how this looks. I know I told you
