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Her cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I don’t feel that way anymore. Just so you know. It’s an old song I wrote when I was a stupid obsessed teenager.”
I don’t know why, but my stomach flips at her words. “Whatever you say, Birdie.”
“You hurt me then, Liam. You know that, right?”
A lump forms in my throat. “I was a teenager too, Birdie. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“I get that you didn’t want to date a fat girl, but you didn’t have to be so cruel. You were my best friend.”
“Woah! When did I ever make anything about your weight?”
She contorts her face, her tone sarcastic as she says,“I’ll never like you like that.”
I rub my hands over the scruff on my jaw. “It was never about your looks, Birdie. I may be an asshole, but I’m not a shallow asshole. I never have been.”
“You’re saying I’m ugly?” Her eyes water.
Damn it.This conversation is way out in left field. Birdie’s drunk, and clearly out of her damn mind. The last thing I want to do right now is rehash old drama that shouldn’t even matter anymore.
“I think you need to go to sleep. You’re not going to like yourself in the morning if you keep going.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah, and pigs fucking fly,” I grunt.
“You’re an ass.”
“I am, and you’re drunk.” I take my hand from hers, which I didn’t realize I was still holding, and grab some shorts and a shirt from her bag.
“Change and get some rest, Birdie. I’m going to sleep on your couch. Make sure you’re okay.”
“Yes, Dad,” she sneers again. But this time I don’t get any kicks out of her teasing, instead I’m just livid. This is not how I expected my first night to go. I’m tired, and I’m going to say something stupid if I stay in her line of vision any longer.
“Just do it, Birdie.”
She pushes her towel down, and before I can exit, she strips off her shirt. She’s wearing a black lacy bra that’s see-through. Her heavy breasts are straining against the wet fabric, and her stomach looks like a nice place for my head to land.
Damn it. I’m giving myself whiplash with my up and down feelings. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with me? I need to be medicated or maybe knocked out.
She smirks at me… the little vixen knows exactly what she’s doing. I lift my eyes from her dark nipples, my body heating from the visual stimulation and heated tension.Remain professional, Liam.
I put my poker face back on. “Go to bed, Ms. Wilder. We aren’t going to play this game.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she chirps innocently.
“Like hell. Now go to bed. I’ll see you in the morning.” I close the door on her and hope she’ll be okay. I’m sure she will be, it looks like she’s pretty functional… and feisty.
I make my way to the living room, my pants still wet from the bathroom floor. I stare at the fancy sofa, then at the door that leads to my bedroom with a nice big King bed. I guess this couch will have to do for the night. Fan-fucking-tastic.
thirteen
Birdie
IthinkI’mdying.Or maybe I’ve already died? My head's pounding, and my body feels like I’ve been in a fight. The last time I’d felt like this was at my first college party during my years at Michigan State.
Blech. My mouth tastes like shit. Why did I drink so much? Oh right, Liam Miller. I gasp and sit up way too quickly.
My head pounds. “Fuck.”
