“She’s not as clear about her feelings as I am about mine.” Liam’s tone turns dismissive. “Then she’s daft.” “She’s not daft. She’s perfect. She can hardly stand the sight of me, and she doesn’t trust me for shit, and she mocks me every bloody chance she gets…” My sigh is heavy and hopeless. “And she’s perfect.”
“She’s not like other women” vibes are strong…and it’s not for me 🫤
