As I reached Liam’s door, I had to jump backwards to avoid walking into a girl who’d just emerged from his room. “Sorry,” I automatically apologised, waiting for her to go ahead of me. It looked like Liam had managed to get lucky last night, then. My stomach twisted—an irrational, unwanted reaction. Very unwanted. The girl looked me up and down with an appreciative smile. Licking her lips, she stepped closer. “Nothing to apologise for. Especially not when you look like that.”
