*Liam's POV*
"Damn."
I walked straight to the bed.
Grabbed my pillow.
Grabbed my duvet.
And walked right back out.
I didn't look at Andrea when I passed her. I didn't need to. I could feel the shock radiating off her like heat.... the sharp, disbelieving silence of a woman who had never once in her life had that particular plan fail. I pulled the door shut behind me with a soft, satisfying click.
And then I smiled.
All the way down the hallway, I smiled.
I didn't even know where I was going. That was the honest truth. I was standing in my own corridor at what, one in the morning? holding a pillow and a duvet like a man who had just been evicted from his own bedroom, with nowhere to be and no real plan.
My feet stopped outside Elena's door.
I stared at it.
Why am I here?
I genu
