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“You want to talk about it?” he whispered into the dark.
I shook my head ‘no,’ rubbing against his shoulder.
“Okay.” He smoothed my hair, dropping a gentle kiss on the top of my head. I’d never felt so wonderful and awful all at the same time before.
“I’m sorry. You didn’t even get to finish,” I said.
“Not a big deal. Believe it or not, not the first time that’s happened to me. Not the crying thing, but the finishing thing...” His voice trailed off and my chest squeezed as I pictured Liam with other girls. Ohmygawd, I was a hot emotional mess right now. Totally out of character for me and I didn’t like it one little bit. I had absolutely zero claim on Liam and here I was feeling jealous about past partners.
I needed to get a grip.
“We should get dressed. Everly’s probably going to be home soon,” I said, inching away from the warmth of Liam’s body.
“Okay.”
I stood, throwing my clothes back on, combing my fingers through my mussed hair. I snuck a sideways glance at Liam as he dressed, covering up his muscular physique with his shirt. Shame, that.
I wanted him to stay. To lie with me all night long, his arms wrapped around me, holding me so close I could hear his heartbeat.
A wave of regret washed over me. Why was I pushing this perfectly beautiful, wonderful man away? Sabotaging things before they even began?
I seriously needed to see a therapist.
Instead of voicing any of this, I asked, “Still want to watch a movie?”
Liam’s eyes met mine and he nodded, his expression neutral. “Sure.”
I unlocked the door and walked out.
Liam followed.
11
LIAM
Well, that was a fucking first. Inevermade girls cry.
Especially in bed.
Cry out, sure. But straight up cry? Never.
Not ex-girlfriends, not my sisters, not my mom. Literally, no female ever cried because of me—at least to my knowledge.
I had no idea what was going on with Macy, so I didn’t say much, just tried to be there for her and comfort her while she sorted out her emotions.
Honestly, I didn’t even know where I stood with her at the moment.
I thought she liked me, but things were definitely murky, confusing. Add to that her overall demeanor and her clear hesitancy about relationships, and my head ached.
Not as bad as my cock, but close.
But still I followed her out of the bedroom, back through the living room. She moved around the kitchen, warming up the now-cold pizza and plating it.
“You want a drink?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder at me from the open fridge.
“Sure.”
“I have beer, wine, water, and OJ. Which would be an odd choice with pizza, but I won’t judge.”
