Lily was home. The familiar, calming scent of her room filled her senses as she changed out of Liam’s clothes.
The oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants had offered temporary comfort, but now they felt like an insidious reminder of the events that had transpired at the pool.
She couldn’t shake the way Liam’s taunting words had echoed in her ears, and the sight of him lounging carelessly in his room, oblivious to her mounting fury, only intensified her anger.
With a deep breath, she gathered the clothes into her arms and walked to his room.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the door.
The faint murmur of voices grew louder, and she hesitated, wondering if she should knock. But before she could make up her mind, she heard Liam’s voice.
“... and then she kissed me,” Liam
