SILAS

"You think you're touching that pussy of a boyfriend, Liam?" I asked, a cold smirk tugging at my lips.

This meant nothing to me. That’s what I told myself, anyway.

Maya’s hand stopped instantly. She bolted upright, turning to face me with a gasp. She scrambled to the very edge of the bed, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. The look on her face was priceless. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her expression shifted from embarrassed to angry to bright red in less than five seconds.

She dove under the covers, burying her face in her hands as if she could hide from...