Zain POV
I feel like I’ve got the worst hangover ever. Which is impressive, considering I didn’t drink last night, I decided to drive.
Liam is just watching me silently, and I can see it all over his face. He’s thinking something.
“Say it,” I whisper.
“Me?” He smirks slightly. “I wasn’t thinking of saying anything.”
“Bullshit,” I mutter. “I know your faces. And that’s the face you pull when you want to correct me. So what did I say wrong? What did I mispronounce, or did I happen to breathe the wrong way?”
He laughs and grips me tighter, holding me in place like he already knows I’m going to squirm.
“I just know you’re wrong,” he says, voice light but stubborn.
Groaning, I look at him properly. “Wrong about what? I’ve not said anything this morning that I could be wrong about.”
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