“Sweetheart… you were kind of loud. I told you you might want to be quieter a few times, and you didn’t hear me.” I scoff. “I am not loud. And you said it once.” A smile splits his face, condescending and sticky-sweet. “Liam. You’re a bit of a screamer.” I scoff again, choking a bit on this one. “I am not!” But fuck, am I? My mind jumps to Anna, to how she sounded when she and Sam… Oh. “Whatever you say, princess.” “I’m hanging up on you.”
