"I've fallen for you for two years," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "Since the first time I saw you in my freshman year, I've been crushing on you."
His confession caught me off guard, but I played it cool and let him stay, just for a while.
With Liam crashing at my place, I was supporting not just Grace but him too. Money got tight, but I've always been the kind to give too much, so I took on two extra jobs. One was at a massage parlor, working late and rubbing tired feet just to make ends meet.
Liam kept up with his studies but did his share around the house. He cooked dinner, cleaned up, and always had a foot bath ready when I got home. He'd kneel beside me, washing my feet, saying, "Bella, I'm such a screw-up, living off you and spending your money."
We hadn't made it official yet, but I was already in deep, totally head over heels.
And now I was back at the moment when he'd make his big confession, the one where he'd pull out all the stops—even threats—to make me believe him.
But tonight, he wasn't setting up my foot bath. He was sulking on the couch, eyes red, looking like the world had done him wrong.