When I finally made it back to my room after the whirlwind that was Liam Black, I collapsed onto the bed like a sack of emotional chaos. My lips still tingled from the kiss, and my heart hadn’t gotten the memo that the moment was over.
I flung one arm over my face and groaned into the air.
Then my phone buzzed again.
Sophia: “Don’t forget to use protection. Goodnight, lovebirds.”
I dropped my phone face down on the bed and groaned louder.
I was a mess, emotionally, mentally, and maybe even hormonally. A part of me wished things had gone further. Another part, probably the more rational one, was grateful Sophia’s message came when it did. If Liam had pulled away the next day, or worse, acted like nothing happened… I wouldn’t have survived the humiliation. Not while we were still stuck
