Arlene

Liam turned to face me, his lips curving into that insufferable, smug grin I had long wanted to wipe off his face the moment my hands made their way across his cheeks.

“That’s one of the reasons we should be loving up and not fighting...” he muttered through gritted teeth, his voice laced with forced patience.

He was pretending to be composed, but I could tell he was already teetering on the edge. “No one’s ever slapped me before, Arlene.”

I scoffed. “There’s always a first time for everything, Liam Walker.”

I narrowed my eyes, pulling out my phone with a swift movement. My fingers flew across the screen...