Puck me. I’m yours
Going back to Marcus would only tag me a homewrecker, something that should be Chloe's brand alone.
"Then what are you going to do? Because I know Marcus isn't about to play fair." My lips pressed together, and I stared down at my phone. For a moment I wished Liam still had my phone cloned. But then an idea lit up in my head, and my lips curled. Without thinking, I quickly typed a few words back and hit send.
"What are you doing?" Amara quickly reached to grab my phone, but I dodged, making her fall onto me instead.