Liam POV
Before he can blink, I’m on him, grabbing him by the wrists and slamming him flat against the bed.
The mattress creaks under the force, the breath knocking out of him in a sharp gasp.
He stares up at me, wide-eyed for once, caught completely off guard.
Good.
I straddle him easily, pinning both his wrists above his head with one hand. My other hand grips his jaw, forcing his head to tilt up, forcing him to look at me.
“You think you’re fine?” I growl, my voice low and furious. “You think you can just laugh your way out of this?”
Zain squirms under me, testing my grip, but I tighten it immediately, locking him down.
“You don’t get to do that,” I snap. “You don’t get to break into pieces and then pretend it didn’t happen.”
His chest rises and falls rapidly beneath me, but he
