Liam
I sank onto the couch, a sigh escaping me. It was safe to say I was a little annoyed.
Was I wrong for expecting an explanation? If I would be dragged into this mess, the least she could do was offer one—and she wasn’t even ready to give that.
I know we don’t have the best history, but come on. After a few minutes, the door creaked open, but I didn’t turn around.
I knew who it was anyway. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry.
Her footsteps were soft and light as she shut the door and walked toward me. I peeled my eyes open and looked up. She stood in front of me, not meeting my gaze.
She fiddled with the hem of her shirt—my shirt—that, annoyingly, looked good on her.
“Hey. I’m sorry about the way I talked to you earlier,” she muttered.
I raised a brow, c*
