I widen my eyes in annoyance that he's dragging this out. "What?"
"We share girls."
My heart flatlines. The butterflies in my stomach disappear. The blood drains from my face. I look at Cole, waiting for him to contradict it, to tell me that Liam’s full of shit.
He doesn't.
I blink. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You heard me right, Trouble. Why do you think I'm so mad? He's not fucking sharing."
I take a step back, my mind reeling. "I'm not something to just toss around and share!" I look at Cole, desperate for an explanation. "You're fucking gay?"
Cole's head snaps up. "What? No."
Liam laughs. "No, we don't cross swords. We just have threesomes."
More blood drains from my face. I feel faint. "Oh yeah," I mock, my voice shaking. "Just have threesomes.Ew! The fuck?"
Liam clicks his tongue. "Cole said you'd react this way."
Cole shakes his head. "I fucking told you to keep this to yourself. Harper's different."
"I'm different?" The words come out small, confused.
Cole nods quickly. "Of course you are."
"You are," Liam agrees.
I scowl at Liam, anger replacing the shock. "Can you leave?"
"Leave?"
I nod. "Yes, so I can talk to my boyfriend. Is this what you meant at the party? You think I care about what you guys did before me?"
Liam's bright eyes penetrate mine. "Don't pretend you don't think about me."
I feel my face start to turn red.
"I know you do, Trouble. That's why you're turning red right now. Look at her, Cole."
But Cole's already looking at me, and the expression on his face makes my chest hurt.
Liam continues, voice dropping lower. "I bet you're wet right now just—"
"Shut up! Just shut up!"
"Oh, she's mad. Look at how cute she is when she's mad," Liam mocks.
"Cole!" I turn to him, pleading for him to make this stop.
Cole glares at Liam. "Are you gonna fucking stop so we can talk, or are you gonna keep being a dick?"
“If it continues to get her hot and bothered––”
Cole grabs him by the throat. “Stop talking about my girlfriend like that.”
“Easy with the foreplay,” Liam jokes, and Cole squeezes.