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And Liam is with him.
The worst part? There’s a stunning girl with dark brown hair by his side, and they’re holding hands with an easy, lived-in intimacy that suggests it’s second nature to them. Like their hands were always meant to find each other.
Like he never held mine at all.
CHAPTER 25
FRATERNIZING WITH THE FUCKING ENEMY
“GEMMA,”I whisper, breathless. “Let’s go. Now.”
I don’t care if I’m technically allowed to leave or not. There’s no way I’m staying here and watching Liam parade around with that gorgeous girl on his arm.
“Oh, fuck me,” Gemma says, gaping in their direction. “That’s William Sjöberg.” She’s too starstruck to register Liam at first, or the fact that we need to leave.
“That’s Billie Murphy, right? Liam’s friend. The one you talked to on the ph— Oh shit.”
Might be the mentioning of his name, but that seems to get Gemma’s attention as she finally zeroes in on Liam. And the gorgeous girl beside him.
“I can’t do this right now,” I whisper, practically begging. “Please. We have to go.”
“Of course, B,” Gemma says, though her eyes are still on them. “I … Let’s go.”
I approach Drew while she collects herself, but before I can say a word, he beats me to it.
“You’re free to go, kid,” he says, jerking his chin toward Liam’s entourage.
He pulls me in for a hug and whispers, “Liam’s cool and all, but I’ve always been Team Henry.”
I pull back and hold him at arm’s length, narrowing my eyes.
What the hell does that mean?
Is my affection for him that obvious?
“Ready to leave?” Dad asks, appearing beside us and catching me off guard.
“Ah, yes,” I reply, dropping my hands from Drew’s shoulders and shaking my head slightly, trying to gather myself, wondering what, and how much, he picked up on. “I was just letting Drew know we were heading out.”
“Vlad’s driving you back, yes?” he asks, pulling me in for a hug.
Gemma nods.
“I’ll stay a bit longer, but I’ll see you in the morning. Get some rest. And no slumber parties tonight. Right, Gemma?”
“Of course, Joe,” Gemma says with a dramatic shiver, finally snapping out of her daze. “Straight to bed.”
She chuckles and winks at me. I laugh, but we both know we won’t go straight to bed.
We’ll want to hang out, even if it’s just for a while. My brain won’t let me sleep otherwise.
Imagine if Dad knew that Henry wanted to stop by my room later. And I don’t need anyone telling me it’s a bad idea because if it goes well, I will not want him to leave, and if it doesn’t, it’ll wreck my entire night.
Either outcome promises little to no rest.
I should text him and ask to postpone until after tomorrow’s match. That would be the smart move. But I’m never smart when it comes to him. And I’m way too curious to hear what he’ll say.
Still holding Gemma’s hand, we head toward the exit. A gaze drills into my temple, and when I turn, I freeze at the sight of Liam.
