Liam POV
Zain feels like a live wire against me. Tense, coiled, ready to snap again if I so much as breathe wrong.
I tighten my arms around him, pulling him closer until his back is flush against my chest, until he has no choice but to feel me there. Solid. Unmoving. Not going anywhere.
He mutters something under his breath, probably another weak protest, but I just press my forehead lightly to his shoulder, letting the water and the weight of me shut him up without needing a word.
He hates this and he hates being the one who needs. He also hates being seen when he isn’t polished and cocky and wrapped up in glitter and bad jokes.
I had a feeling this was coming, the moment I realised April wasn't there, the moment we found out she left Scarlet, I was watching and waiting.
He held it
