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“What makes you think I was the one who broke up with him?”
“Because I saw how he looked at you. There’s no way that guy was breaking up with you.”
My breath catches in my throat. “How did he look at me?”
“Like you were an ice cream truck on a hot day.” She shrugs. “Or, you know, his meaning for everything.”
Disbelief ripples through me. I desperately want to believe her. Henrietta must see some of that desperation on my face because her expression softens.
She reaches for her phone and scrolls through it. “I took this photo of you guys on the dancefloor.”
I vaguely remember her snapping photos that last night when I was so wrapped up in Liam.
But I’ve spent the last week trying to forget how it felt to have Liam’s arms wrapped around me.
I don’t know if I want to look at it.
She thrusts her phone at me, giving me no choice. Sure enough, the photo shows us dancing together, Liam’s arms holding me close.
“He’s…”Good at acting,I want to finish. But any words inside me die when I see the gentle smile on Liam’s face as he gazes down at me.
I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me like that before.
A lump rises in my throat.
Is she right?
Does Liam feel something for me too? Was it more than just sex for him?
My hands shake slightly as I hand the phone back to her.
But I can’t get that expression on Liam’s face out of my head.
I mean, I know he faked being a good boyfriend for my colleagues, but no one is that good of an actor, right?
I think of that last kiss Liam gave me at the airport, the lingering, sweet one that seemed so full of emotion.
And a question swarms my mind, tinged with hope.
Do Liam and I have a chance at a future together despite our past?
Chapter Sixteen
Matthew
I arrive home the next day to find a house twinkling with Christmas lights.
My mother has always been completely over the top about Christmas. Our whole house is lit up like a fairy grotto, along with mechanical Santa Clauses and reindeer and fake snow machines on our front lawn.
But I find it difficult to ooh and aah over her decorations.
Instead, I spend the majority of my time staring out the window at the undecorated house next door.
“What on earth is distracting you so much?” Mom asks me after I’ve just looked out the window for the twentieth time.
“I’m just trying to see if Liam is home for Christmas this year,” I reply honestly.
Mom’s brow furrows. “Liam? You two aren’t still tormenting each other, are you? I thought you’d grown out of that.”
