POV: Liam

The guest room at Jake's house smelled like old pizza and gym socks, but it was better than going home. I'd been crashing here for three days, ever since my father had frozen my bank accounts, cancelled my credit cards, and taken away my truck keys.

"You can come home anytime you want," he'd said. "All you have to do is apologize to Sophia and break things off with that girl."

I'd walked out instead.

Jake had been cool about it. His parents traveled for work constantly, so having me around was no big deal. But lying on his lumpy couch at two in the morning, staring at...