After all the times we've hooked up, my childhood friend still insists we're just buddies

It was the thousandth time I’d spent the night with my childhood best friend, Liam, and he was as wild and passionate as ever.

The next morning, I woke up covered in hickeys.

Every movement sent a jolt of pain through my aching back. The intimate scent of the night still clung to the room.

Liam's long arm wrapped around me, pulling me closer, his voice casual. "Dress formally tomorrow. Come home with me."

My head shot up, a spark of hope igniting in my chest. "Are you finally going to… tell everyone about us?"

Liam raised an eyebrow, a dismissive glance in my direction.