The Pull
My back hits the bed as his hands frame my face, and the kiss deepens. His tongue brushes mine, sending sparks racing down my spine. My fingers clutch his shirt, pulling him closer, closer, until the world narrows to just us. My heart hammers so fast I can barely breathe, and when his hands slip lower, brushing my waist, reality slams into me. Luckily, Liam pulls back, propping himself up on both arms above me. His chest rises and falls, his eyes locked on something that isn’t me. “Why… what’s wrong?” I ask, realizing he’s staring at the hoodie a little too long. “Leo gave you this?” His voice is low but tight. I swallow. “Yeah. I accidentally spilled my drink on my top.” He sighs, pushing himself off me and sitting up. I follow, my pulse still unsteady. Why is he acting weird thoug
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