"I don't think he's hot," Amelia repeated, her voice filled with skepticism.
Liam looked at her suspiciously, a hint of doubt in his eyes. "You don't know him, right?"
Amelia shook her head, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. "I don't, but no one is hotter than my Andrew."
Liam frowned, clearly annoyed by her statement. "Whatever!" he muttered before turning to leave.
Amelia quickly rushed to catch up with him, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Wait, where are you going?"
Liam glanced back at her, his expression still slightly irritated. "I'm going to sleep, what else?"
A pout formed on Amelia's lips. "I don't feel like sleeping," she whined, hoping to grab his attention.
Liam scoffed, his patience wearing thin. "How does that affect me?" he retorted.
"But you're my
