I don’t know how to explain the feeling in my chest. I don’t even know why I can’t explain it. So, I don’t try. I just drink my juice and pretend to be very, very interested in the flavour.
Liam watches me, then grimaces. “I swear I’m not some creepy stalker if that’s what you’re thinking.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “There’s always empty strawberry containers in the fridge. And, uh… you eat them with melted chocolate, right? Because whenever I throw them out, the containers always have little chocolate stains.”
I blink. I never even realised Liam was the one tossing out my empty strawberry containers.
I mean… I always figured once I finished them and shoved the pack back into the fridge, it would eventually disappear. Somehow.
Also who actually notices stuff like that? He saw a fe
