*Liam's POV*
I was tired.
Genuinely, honestly tired, the kind of tiredness that comes from laughing too much and staying up too late and having the unexpected pleasure of watching Elena Thompson dismantle Andrea with two sentences and a smile before calmly stealing back a bag of pretzels.
I climbed the stairs with that still sitting warm in my chest, said a brief goodnight to nobody in particular, and walked into my room.
The door clicked shut behind me.
Then I heard the lock turn.
I froze.
Immediately, I turned around.
Andrea stood with her back against the door, her hands were still on the lock, looking at me with an expression I recognized immediately and had absolutely zero interest in engaging with tonight.
"Andrea." My voice came out flat. "What are you doing?"
She didn't a
