Part 2My Possessive Puppy vs. The Ex Who Won't Let Go

Liam shot a single, cold glance in my direction before slumping back onto the sofa and pointedly taking another swig of his beer.

My brow furrowed. I walked over and snatched the bottle from his hand.

"We're going home."

He let me take the beer without a fight, but his tone was laced with venom. "Who are you to tell me what to do?"

A wave of exhaustion washed over me. "You don't want me here?"

"..."

"You'd rather get home by yourself?"

"..."

He turned his head away, refusing to look at me, refusing to speak.

I gave in. "Fine. Then I'm leaving."

I turned on my heel and walked decisively toward the door. I’d just reached the threshold when the sound of shattering glass exploded behind me.

I spun around. Liam’s foot was still resting on the coffee table where a row of empty bottles had been lined up. His eyes, rimmed with red, were locked on me. He looked like a wounded wolf cub, brimming with a hurt he was too proud to ever voice.

My heart, as always, softened. I walked back to him, took his hand, and softened my voice. "Come home with me?"

It took a long moment before he gave a stiff, reluctant, "Mm."

Only then did I turn to his wide-eyed, shell-shocked bandmates. "I drove. Do you guys need a ride back to campus?"

"No! No, we're good! We'll grab an Uber!" Zoey said, and the others quickly chimed in with agreement.

"Alright. We're heading out, then."

I nodded and left, Liam letting me lead him by the hand, his tantrum seemingly subdued for now.