Trouble with the Fake Boyfriend (Rock Bottom #3) - Holly Renee Page 0,45

going to be you.”

“Whose fault is that?” We were practically chest to chest now, and I swear he smelled even better now than he did earlier.

How was that even possible?

“Yours.” I pushed my finger into his chest, and he caught it. “You’re the one who brought me here. I can’t help it that you weren’t expecting everyone to fall for me.”

“You’re right.”

“So you’re admitting that it’s your fault?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I’m admitting I didn’t expect for you to be so easy to fall for.” He didn’t give me the time to process what he had just said. Instead, he pushed even closer to me and ran his nose along the length of my neck. “I didn’t expect for any of this to happen.” His words were a whisper, but they echoed through me as if he’d screamed them.

We were tiptoeing over the edge, and I didn’t know where we should stop. I didn’t know how to cross that line without being hurt. I didn’t know how to cross it and ever get back to what we were when we went home.

Because we would be going home, and this all would end. Every part of it, and I didn’t know where I would stand.

Would we go back to being friends who barely spoke to each other? Would we somehow be more?

He linked his fingers with mine before taking a step back toward the stairs. I followed him, his hand not letting me go, and I couldn’t help but smile when he held his finger to his lips signaling for me to be quiet. We tiptoed up the steps hand in hand, and when Liam almost tripped over the top step, a laugh bubbled out of me.

We ran past his parents’ bedroom door, both of us laughing, and I dropped his hand along with my shoes the moment he shut his bedroom door.

“My mom might not love you so much anymore if she knew you were sneaking us into the house so late at night and trying to seduce her sweet, innocent boy.”

My mouth dropped open as he leaned against the small desk that sat in the corner of his room.

“You are not sweet and innocent.”

“So you are trying to seduce me?” He arched a brow at me, and I knew he was teasing me. But his room was dark and the alcohol was still running through my system, and I wanted nothing more than to get under his skin.

I wanted to get under his skin like he managed to do to me every day without even trying. I wanted to make him regret every time he ever thought we were a bad idea. I wanted him to want me as badly as I wanted him.

“Do you think this is me seducing you?” I sat down on the end of his bed. “I’m doing a pretty piss-poor job. Don’t you think?” I cocked my head to the side and stared at him.

“I don’t know. It seems to be working to me.”

I rummaged through my bag at the end of the bed and pulled out my pajamas. I popped the button on my shorts and Liam’s gaze was glued to the movement. “You’ve made it abundantly clear that you don’t want me, Liam. No need for this little game.” I lifted my ass and pulled my shorts down my legs while he watched.

“When the fuck did I make that clear?”

His words made my skin boil. He knew exactly when he had made that clear.

“I don’t know. Maybe the hundred times you’ve pushed me away or the time you ate me out then forgot about it the second it happened like it was the least memorable thing to ever happen to you.” I was angry now. Just thinking about that night pissed me off.

He was in my face so quickly, I didn’t have a second to hide my reaction. But I didn’t care. I was tired of pretending that he didn’t bother me. I was tired of pretending that the way he seemed interested in every girl but me didn’t hurt.

“I didn’t forget a single second of it. I think about that night every time I see you, every time you walk away, and I definitely think about that night when I’m alone with my cock in my hand.”

“So, what? I’m the girl you think about when you have nobody else to take care of you?” I grazed my fingers over his zipper, and he let out a growl. It made my