A corner of his lips lifts, and I take that as an invitation to enter the room, closing the door behind me.
"You can kick me out at any time," I say. "I just was bored."
"Going to try to steal the bed again?"
I roll my eyes as I get on the bed. I'm close enough to Liam to see his hair is damp from a shower. He smells like soap. His eyes crease as he looks at me. "You can have the bedroom if you want," he says in a gentler voice.
I shake my head. "No, it's okay. But thank you for offering."
Liam smiles, and he turns over so he's on his side, facing me, his phone sliding off onto the sheets. "So. What's up?"
I want to get under the blankets too. Is that weird? Fuck it. I slide my legs underneath and pull them over my body, then mirror his position.
"Nothing. I don't know."
I drag my eyes over Liam. That black hair, and those dark eyes that always seem to shine when he looks at me. His face has always been so annoyingly beautiful.
"How have you been feeling?"
From the tone of his voice, I know he means Kennedy. I shrug, which is hard to do on my side. "I don't think about it. I try not to think about it."
Liam doesn't reply, but his eyes prompt me to keep going.
"It's almost like the whole relationship was pointless. Which it wasn't — I don't regret being with Kennedy, but I feel like… I was a bad boyfriend."
"You weren't."
I shake my head. "I just feel like I put her through all this trouble for nothing."
"It's not your fault. It's not only your fault," Liam amends when I open my mouth to interrupt. "A relationship includes two of you, so you can't put everything on yourself."
I take a deep breath. "I still feel guilty."
"Why?"
"I can't tell you," I say. "Because of so many reasons."
Liam reaches out and touches my arm. His hand is warm. "You can trust me."
I take another breath. "I think…part of the reason Kennedy and I broke up… is because I like someone else."
Liam inhales and drops his hand.
"And she doesn't know. So, yeah, I'm a shithead."
"You can't help who you like. Trust me, I would know," he mutters.
I try to lighten the conversation. "Are you talking about your secret crush?"
Liam turns away, falling onto his back and looking at the ceiling. "Let's not talk about that." I drop the topic, not wanting to upset him, but then he casts a look my way. "But yes."
"At least now I know it's a guy. That limits the pool of guesses."
He looks at me for a long time, and I feel self-conscious under his gaze. Maybe I shouldn't have said that.
"Sorry," I say. "I don't want to annoy you."
"You're not annoying me." He's still looking at me in that way that makes my skin go hot.
