I Kissed My BestFriend’s Brother. Now What?
After yesterday’s encounter with Maverick, I wouldn’t want to see him, especially not at his game.
“So you can cry again?” Ember frowned. “Stand up right now, Ida. I won’t let you become a shell of yourself because of that son of a gun.”
“His name is Liam, Ember. Stop calling him that,” I said, trying to correct her.
Her brow arched as she eyed me suspiciously. “Now, you’re supporting him, aren’t you?”
“No, no, I’m not,” I heaved a sigh in resignation. “Fine, let’s go to his game.”