Enduring Liam: A High School BL Novel
His anger has moved from his fists to his tongue, which in my opinion, leaves the worst scars.
I nod and offer her a weak smile in return, then our attention is focused on the front door opening. Liam walks through the door with a look of worry on his face, his glasses skew and blood running from his nose, which he tries to hide by wiping it on his hoodie. Before I can even think about what I am doing, I bolt from my seat and head to him, anger boiling hot in my chest. He looks up when he hears me approach, and his eyes widen as his body cringes at the sight of me.