Thirteen
Audrey
“Liam?” I stared up at the redhead outside my door and wished I was wearing something other than my ugly pajama pants and food-stained T-shirt.
I hadn’t heard from him in almost a week, he hadn’t responded to the text I’d sent after three days of obsessively staring at my silent phone, and I’d thought… I’d thought I’d never see him again. But here he was, leaning against my doorframe in that casual way he had, as if I hadn’t just spent a week trying to desperately glue my broken heart back together.
“Hey, love,” he said, and then he reached for me. His hot lips crashed against mine with a desperate urgency I hadn’t expected, and I opened my mouth for him on instinct when his tongue swept against the seam. He pulled me close against his body, his hands curving around my
