I’m dead wrong.
“What are you doing?” I ask when he parks the car and steps out.
“As long as I’m here, I might as well visit my sister.”
Liam is a twin. How do I know this? Because his twin sister, Sophia, and I became inseparable for a few years in grade school through middle school.
By high school, we started having different social circles. She had her friends; I had mine.
There’s a tiny bit of bad blood between Sophia and me. Mostly, it’s me no longer trusting her.
She killed our friendship.
Freshmen year of high school, she knew that I had this huge crush on Zander Hart. Next week, I find out that he knows, and he’s making fun of me. The nickname from the past comes back to haunt me. What a jackass. Needless to say, I never spoke to her again.
I never told Liam what happened. It wasn’t like he and I were ever close. I let him believe Sophia, and I just drifted apart. Unless she told him?
“How do you know your sister isn’t busy already?”
He taps his temple. “Call it twin intuition.”
I roll my eyes and head for the dorms.
Liam is right beside me, like Velcro. “Maybe you should call or text her to make sure she’s home.”
“Surprises are much more fun.” Liam strides right up beside me, his hand falls to my lower back, and I lean into his touch.
I shouldn’t.
I should hate him.
I mean, I do hate him, but he stirs weird feelings and emotions in me.
I blame it all on that one ridiculous kiss we shared.
Fiery.
Passionate.
It made my insides throb, and my entire body responded, heart and all.
He’d better not plan on walking me to my dorm room and kissing me again.
“Surprises aren’t better.” I can’t help but think of the surprise visit to my room, and I can admit I was more than a little taken aback by his visit.
But he seemed genuinely surprised it was me answering the door.
Liam isn’t that good of an actor.
He can fool his parents and mine, he managed to do that when Sophia and I would go ice skating. Liam was forced to tag along, and he pretended to enjoy spending time with us.
Meanwhile, when they weren’t listening or around, he was threatening to pulverize me. He even shoved rock salt in my ice skates.
“Come with me. I’ll prove to you that she’ll love the two of us showing up.”
“You’ll prove to me? Are you willing to make a wager?” I’m joking, but the look on his face says otherwise.
He grins and stops walking, tugging on my hip to draw me toward him.