Liam wrinkles his nose. “You like to eat seawater?”
“No, and that would be drinking.” I elbow him, and he pretends like I injured him.
“Oof. You’ve got an arm on you.” His brow grimaces, and he’s pouting and seems a bit over-the-top to me.
Just like when we were kids.
“Oh, come on, Mr. Hotshot Hockey, no way that hurt.” I’ve seen him get swung at and assaulted by far more violent men on the ice when he played against the Predators.
Liam grins and reaches for my bag of popcorn. “You owe me a taste for that brutal beating.”
“You are so overly dramatic!”
I reach my hand into the popcorn bag and toss a few pieces at his face.
He tries to catch them with his mouth but fails miserably. It’s almost … cute.
But I refuse to ever refer to Liam Moretti as cute.
Liam picks up the individual pieces of popcorn and brings them to his lips.
I can’t help but stare. Every movement he makes stirs something deep within me.
Damn him.
It must be on purpose. The way his eyes make my stomach fall to the floor, and that smile.
Oh, that cocky grin that stares right through me and makes my insides tingle.
“Me, dramatic?” Liam smiles as he nibbles on one piece at a time.
I can tell by his face that it’s too salty, but he pretends like he’s enjoying every piece. He reaches for my bag, and I raise an eyebrow. There’s no way he wants more.
“If you like salty snacks, I may know another tasty treat for you…”
My eyes widen, and I smack him hard on the arm. “Eww, gross! You’re such a perv.”
The sound of kernels popping drowns out our conversation from Sophia. She doesn’t seem to notice what transpires until she pulls the bag out of the microwave.
“You two got weirdly quiet.” Sophia opens the bag, and steam wafts out from the top.
“Careful.” He climbs off the bed and grabs the bag from Sophia before she has a chance to burn herself.
“Thanks.” Sophia puts a third bag into the microwave, and already I miss Liam sitting next to me.
The bed feels cold and lonely.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Maybe I hit my head when I fainted.
A moment later, he’s back on the bed, and instantly, I relax. It’s honestly not the reaction I was expecting from myself. Being around Liam usually riles me up. I’ve always hated him. There’s zero chance I’ll start catching feelings for him.
But maybe he’s not entirely bad.
Just a little pain in my ass bad.
“You’re quiet. Are you feeling all right?” Liam rests a hand on my thigh as he places his bag of popcorn on the bed and leans it against his knees to keep it from spilling. “Do you need more salt?” There’s a wicked grin that crosses his face, like he’s joking.