Nineteen
Louis
I’d never let myself out of a bird’s flat without her still being soundly asleep and clueless to the fact that she’d wake up alone. Or with Liam, instead of me.
But then again, everything with Audrey seemed to be a first.
I’d certainly never spent post-s*x bliss comforting a crying girl before, that was for damn sure. Nor had I ever felt like such an absolute f*****g prick as I had while she’d sobbed in my arms. She loved Liam, that much was painfully obvious. Not in the puppy-dog way many of the girls we bedded crushed on us, either.
No, she full-on f*****g loved him, and I’d made Liam’s dismissal of her so much worse with my little stunt. I might not have known why my stupid twin had gotten in so deep with with this girl, but I cursed him for it all the way home from
