Ice Between Rivals
“To eat ice cream with her?”
I sighed, trying to push him back, but his frame was solid, unyielding. “I think you’re forgetting something, Liam. You don’t own me. We don’t have anything—not friendship, not respect, nothing. It’s high time you stopped acting like this.”
He scoffed, but then his eyes dropped to my lips, where Blake’s ex had split the skin. His expression shifted. He stepped closer, face inches from mine. My heart jammed like a drum in my chest. The world narrowed to the heat radiating from his body, the faint scent of his cologne mixed with lingering frustration. He leaned in slowly, deliberately. I didn’t pull away. I should have. But I didn’t.
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