The rest of the drive passed in silence. Not the comfortable kind. This one felt heavy.
I kept replaying Liam's words in my head.
*I think we're starting to forget why we agreed to fake this in the first place.*
I turned toward him. "What does that mean?"
His hands tightened around the steering wheel. "You know what it means."
"No, I don't."
He glanced at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. "We're supposed to be pretending."
"I know."
"Then why did you let him touch you like that?"
My heart stopped. I stared at him. "Excuse me?"
"Jace." His jaw tightened. "I saw you."
I swallowed. "He had a cut."
"I know."
"I was checking it."
"With your hand?"
I frowned. "What was I supposed to do? Throw a bandage at his face?"
Liam almost smiled. Almost. But the expression d
