Liam stepped out of Lilith's room, running a hand through his hair. It was a complete mess, sticking up in every direction. His face looked drained, his lips still swollen from hours of kissing, and his shirt hung loosely on his shoulders. He dragged in a deep breath, his chest rising and falling like he had just gone ten rounds in a cage fight.
Sitting on the chair by the hallway, legs crossed, was Dickson. His arms were folded across his chest, and the look on his face was the very definition of mockery.
"Dude," Dickson said immediately, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You two need to get a sound nullifier or something. I don't even know the damn name. Just—anything. A silence machine. Whatever exists that can shut people the hell up."
Liam didn't even respond. He already knew where this was going. He rubbed his face with one hand, too tired to argue. He had no doubt Dickson heard everything.
