"I don't want to leave," I murmur. Liam freezes for a second then continues brushing his teeth. "Not because I like your company, or anything," I add. "I just want this bed." Liam pokes his head out of the doorway so he can look at me, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth, and staggers back as if I've shot him, clutching his heart. "You're so dramatic," I say.
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