Chapter 28 Silence
Ava Reed
The silence in the apartment was unbearable.
Liam had been in his room since we got back, and every passing second made my blood boil hotter. I should have been the one giving him the silent treatment. I should have been the one making him sweat, making him beg for my attention. Not this. Not sitting here, stewing in frustration, in anger, in fucking arousal.
I gripped the arm of the couch, my nails digging into the leather. I was done. Done with letting him have the upper hand, done with the way my body reacted to him like I had no control over it. I was done.
First, I was going to deal with him, then, I’ll be going for some damn therapy, because why would my body do this to me?
Without another thought, I shot up from the couch and stormed down the hall. The moment I reached his door, I didn’t hesitate, I shoved it open. Hard.
He was lying on his bed, one arm propped behind his head, the other lazily scrolling through his phone. His shirt was gone, his toned chest on display, and his sweats sat dangerously low on his hips.
His head snapped up at the sound of the door hitting the wall, and when his gaze met mine, that same fucking smug smirk curved on his lips.
I wanted to rip it off his face.
"You don’t get to look at me when your ex is kissing you," I snapped, my voice sharp, my body thrumming with adrenaline.
He blinked once. Slowly. Then he set his phone down on the nightstand and had the audacity to sit up, his elbows resting on his knees like he was about to enjoy a fucking show.
I took a step forward.
"You do not get to make me hate your ex for leaving you."
Another step.
"You don’t get to tune her out and pay all your attention to me while I’m busy teaching her a lesson for ever hurting you."
Liam’s smirk widened, his blue eyes darkening, challenging me. Fuck him.
Another step.
"And you sure as hell don’t get to fucking leave me hanging in the car like that!"
This time, I was right in front of him, breathing hard, my chest rising and falling in deep, uneven breaths. I was fuming. I was shaking. But most of all? I was aching.
He tilted his head, those ocean-blue eyes locked on mine, burning me alive.
"So, Snowflakes…" he drawled, his voice a low rasp. "What are you gonna do about it?"
My body moved before my brain could catch up.
I fisted his shirt, yanked him forward, and crashed my lips onto his.
The second our mouths connected, everything, every ounce of frustration, every second of tension, every fucking stare, every taunt, every unspoken feeling… exploded.
He groaned into my mouth, and I swallowed it, dragging my fingers through his hair as he grabbed my waist and yanked me onto his lap. His hands gripped my thighs, squeezing, pulling and needing.
I gasped when he flipped me onto my back, his weight pressing down on me, his lips hungry, demanding, devastating.
"That what you wanted, Snowflakes?" he murmured against my lips before biting down on my bottom lip, making me gasp.
My nails raked down his back, and he shuddered against me.
I was still mad. But now? I was madly desperate.
"You don’t get to call me that right now," I panted.
Liam grinned, his lips trailing down my neck, his hands roaming my body like he had every fucking right to.
"Oh, baby," he chuckled darkly. "I think I do."