Page 121 of Mostly Loathing You


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“Hello?” Liam’s groggy voice carries through my phone speaker, causing a grin to pull at the corners of my mouth.

“Hey.”

“What’s up?” I hear him yawn.

“Are you not up yet? It’s almost 9:00 AM.”

“Well, I was up texting someone at like 5:00 AM, so excuse me for getting a couple more hours of shut-eye.”

I huff in mock exasperation. “I’d suppose you’re right. I just thought you might want to come to Jackson’s, but I’ll just ca—”

Loud shuffling carries through the receiver and Liam sounds breathless when he says, “I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”

The moment the line goes dead, I burst out laughing as it’s the only response I can muster to quell the anxiety building in my belly. The sound of it reverberates through the room, echoing off the walls until it fades into an awkward silence.

“Are you okay?” Jackson yells from the kitchen.

“Yeah, Liam is heading over.”

“Good.”

Twenty minutes my ass.

Liam steps through the front door with minutes to spare,frantic as a bat out of hell. His hair is disheveled and chaotic and his typically perfectly groomed scruff is borderline unkept. His eyes meet mine as he steps into the kitchen, where I sit next to Gen at the table, but words don’t pass between us initially. He lets out a slow exhale, peering around the room, all three of us with our eyes locked on him.

Jackson clears his throat as he steps up behind Gen’s chair and latches his hand onto her shoulder. He whispers quietly, but loud enough that I hear, “Let’s give them some privacy to talk.”

They dart out of the room and up the stairs to their bedroom, Gen’s laughter echoing as Jackson disgustingly swats at her ass.

My grossed-out expression causes Liam to laugh before he sits down in the chair next to me, our knees brushing beneath the table.

“Hey,” he says quietly, almost tentatively.

“Hey.”

We linger, staring at each other in silence for what feels like minutes. My mind is racing with all the things I planned to say when I saw him again. We’ve talked, but there are a multitude of things I’ve convinced myself needed to wait until I was home.

I love you.

I miss you.

Let’s get back together.

Yet, when my mouth falls open, all I can muster is the same greeting I already gave: “Hey.”

“You said that,” he says with a grin. “Never thought I’d see the day that Hannah Thatcher-Miles was at a loss for words.”

“Sometimes Batman has to take off his cape.”

His brows shootup as I laugh.

“Don’t get too excited. It’s anOfficereference, not a DC Comics reference.”

“God, you just saying the wordsDC Comicsis so sexy.”

“You have really low standards, Park.”

“Fell in love with you, didn’t I?”

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