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he ground, too scared to meet his gaze. "No," he replied quiet

rt slipped open, revealing a bit of my bra. "Are you putting on a show for me?" he asked with a smirk. "No. Please ju

w he was testing her patience, trying to get a reaction

nd. "An apology," he said with a casual tone, but there was a hint of challenge in h

won't let you get to me," she said firmly. He looked her up and down. "We'll see about that." She stood her ground, refusing to back

ne, then he made me call him by his last name, and now he wanted me

ggle. He wasn't interested in apolog

y. "Do you really mean that?" he whispered,

calm. "What do you really want, Liam?" I asked, hoping he'd

ing to break me. Finally, I felt tears escape. Liam watched, pleased, until a phone rang, cutt

ce between us. I cried because I couldn't understand what I'd don

s went numb from the cold. I stopped in the garden, leaning over, catching my breath with a