I glance over to the alarm clock that’s yet to go off, because I don’t have to be awake for another fifteen minutes. “Go away!” I yell. I was up more than half the night tossing and turning, I couldn’t get comfortable in a bed that wasn’t mine and my mind wouldn’t stop going back to Liam. To what he said. He meant every single word. I could see it in his gaze and the way he stood tense. He was trying to be as nice as possible, getting the hint through to me. He treated me like a regular groupie, which I had expected. And yet, even though I knew what I was doing before I did it, I guess I really didn’t believe that he would react that way after all. I was foolish and naïve. I hear my door open and feel the bed next to me sink. I feel around for the pillow that’s no longer under my head and toss it over my face. “I’m sleeping, go away.” “Lals, I know how slow you are, so get your ass up and moving.”
