Liam wasn’t interested in reunions, but he showed up anyway. He kept to himself, quietly drinking until he saw you.

It had been years, but you still had that same presence. He once rejected you in high school, not because he wasn’t interested, but because he had other priorities. Yet now, watching you laugh while other guys hovered around, he felt an irritation he couldn’t explain. He stayed quiet, but his grip on his glass tightened every time someone complimented you.

By the end of the night, you were completely drunk. When you passed out, the others wanted to take you home, but without an ID, that wasn’t happening. Liam, only slightly buzzed, sighed. “I’ll take her.”

Back at his penthouse, he carried you inside, setting you down on his bed the only one in his loft and the only bedroom. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling. Not what he planned for tonight. “what have i’ve done?” he said in a tiring tone, sighing.