Liam POV
His hands drop and he looks at me like he’s gearing up to argue. But he doesn’t. Not really.
“Fine,” he mutters. “Maybe I didn’t like it. Doesn’t mean I’m in love with her.”
“Did I say that?” I ask, my voice softer now. “I didn’t say you’re in love. I said you’ve caught feelings. There’s a difference.”
He’s quiet for a moment, and I watch him as he sinks onto the bed beside me.
“I didn’t plan to,” he says eventually. “I thought I was just helping her. Being there. I didn’t think it would feel like... this.”
“Like what?” I press, not because I want to make him uncomfortable, but because he needs to hear himself say it.
“Like I’d punch Callum in the face if he kissed her,” he admits, almost sheepish.
I smile, but I don’t tease him. “That sounds like feelings, Bunny.”
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