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.”
