From the Work-in-Progress:

Fuck, Liam. Stop acting like a teenager. Unless you are going to make a move—and she sure as hell would have no reason to like him now, not with how obnoxiously he’d been behaving—he had to get over this sophomoric obsession.

“Thanks,” she said in a low tone as she took the cup. She gazed at him warily, maybe wondering just what the hell was up with him. Like he was, only he would guess she swore about it a lot less than he did.

“No problem.” He placed Billy’s cup on top of one of the amplifiers. “Look, I should expl—

She held her hand up. “No need, please. Really. I’m really sorry about—you know, about that night.” She looked like she’d rather be anywhere but here, talking to him.

His anger flared. Shit. He didn’t want to get pissed all over again, but was she really trying to shut him down? Without even hearing what he had to say?

“Fine. Great.” He tightened his mouth so he wouldn’t say exactly what was in his mind.

“Okay,” she replied, plastering a stupid fake smile on her face. When it so clearly wasn’t okay.

And she was still so cute.

Fuck him. He was so fucked.

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