“Then why are you looking at me like I’m the enemy?"
What is he going on about? “I’m not looking at you like anything, Liam.”
“You used to look at me with love. With lust. But never this cold.” Liam bites his lip. “Give me a chance to change, please.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I bark out a laugh. “I came here because your brother and his friends hurt my brother. And you're gonna use this as an opportunity to try to get me back?”
His brows furrow in anger. “I know you’re not with Roland. So why are you fighting this so hard?!”
“Fighting what? There’s nothing to fight. We broke up a while ago. I don’t have feelings for you. And I’m not going to give you a second chance. You hurt me, and I don’t care if you’re sorry. You did what you did, and there's nothing you can do to change it. What we had at the time was nice while it lasted, but people grow, people move on. And it’s time you move on, too. Just not with me. You and I will never be a thing again, andyou need to get that into your head. The same way your brother needs to get it in his head to leave my brother the fuck alone. This is my last warning. To the both of you.”
Turning around, I storm down his front step towards my car.
“How did it go?” Easton asks as I get into the driver's seat.
“I think they got the message.”
“They?” Easton’s brows furrow.
“Liam,” I mutter, starting the car up and pulling away.
“What the hell did he do now?” Easton growls.
“Tried to get me to come back to him.” I snort, shaking my head. “That guy really has no shame. It’s sad. Don’t worry, I told him there was never going to be a chance for us again. Hopefully, he leaves it alone now. If not, maybe I’ll get a damn restraining order.”
“Or I can kick his ass,” Easton grumbles.
“And get kicked off the team? Not fucking happening. My man is going to the big leagues. We’re not letting some asshole fuck that up.” I cast him a grin.
He smiles, shaking his head. “Your man. It’s so weird to hear you say that.”
“Is it a bad thing?” I ask, raising a brow.
“No.” He shakes his head, taking my hand in his. He brings it to his lips and presses a kiss to the back of it. My heart flutters. This man always seems to bring out the big emotions in me.
When we get back to the house, we change into sleep clothes, and both squeeze our way into Easton’s single bed.
“I’m just realizing that I was robbed. Why did you get a queen and I got a single?”
“My parents bought it for me,” I whisper guiltily.
We’re lying in his bed on our sides, faces inches from one another.
“It’s a good thing we don’t need my bed anymore then.”
“No? Why is that?” I grin.
“Because after last night and the best sleep of my life, there’s no way I can go back to sleeping alone.”
My grin grows wider. “You like sleeping with me?” I wiggle my brows.
“Shut up.” He chuckles.
“Well, I like sleeping with you, too.” I reach up, brushing some hair from his eyes.
“The only person I’ve slept in a bed with was Taylor. It’s different with a guy. You run way hotter than she did.” He snorts.
“Really? Only with Taylor? No one else?”
