Samantha
I think Nate snitched on me. Liam has been staring at me like he wants to murder me and I think that’s because Nate told him that I gave a certain stranger my number. Sipping coffee, I stared at him from the rim of my cup as he transferred his aggression to his belt.
“You have something on your mind, Liam?” I finally asked, saving us both from the misery of having to ignore each other. “Liam?”
“I have nothing on my f*****g mind.” He snapped, glaring at me through the mirror. “Do you?” He swiveled around, his eyes cold. “Is there something you want to tell me?”
I’m not confessing my sins. “Something like what?” I returned the question, pretending to be ignorant. “If you have a question for me Liam, just say it and stop snapping at me. Anger and bickering aren’t going to get us
