Blake stumbled toward the gymnasium for his last class, his mind reeling. The chaos of the janitor’s closet and Liv’s dramatic exit had been entirely eclipsed by the image of Travis, the truth of his brother’s hidden life consuming him. He walked onto the bleachers and sat down heavily, leaning his head back against the cold cinder block wall, trying to find an anchor.
A familiar presence settled beside him, a sharp scent of sweet perfume and the distinct, magnetic heat of Liv’s body pulling him out of his internal turmoil. She sat down, her backpack resting beside her, looking at him with concerned, half-lidded eyes.
“A penny for your thoughts, Copper,” Liv said, her voice soft and low.
Blake swallowed hard, the words tumbling out before he could filter them. “I saw Travis making out…
