Liam
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Bree’s curled up beside me like we’re in some kind of indie romance film. Her head on my chest. One of her legs thrown over mine. Her fingers tracing shapes on my skin.
I should feel content. I should feel something.
But my brain is noisy. Loud with thoughts that have nothing to do with the woman beside me.
She stirs, and before she can speak, I already know what’s coming.
“We need to set some rules,” she says, her voice light but firm.
“Rules?” I echo, turning slightly to look at her.
She pulls away just enough to sit up, legs crossed under her like she’s getting into serious mode. “Yeah. Rules. If we’re doing this again, it’s not gonna be messy.”
I sit up too, resting my elbows on my knees.
She starts counting on her fingers. “One: You don’t mention Maya.
