Saint

I ignore him and place a hand on Liam’s arm, ignoring the sound of Saint filtering in a sharp breath. “It’s okay. Really. We can meet up on campus next week.”

“Mallory…”

The sound of my first name on his lips gives me a little jolt, but I try not to let it show. Saint’s watching me like a predator tracking its prey, and I don’t want to give him any insight into my increasingly complicated relationship with Liam. Especially since it appears their relationship is far more complicated than I would have initially thought.

I smile up at Liam. “I’m going to call Loni to come pick me up. You guys have fun.”

Before he can speak another word of protest, I step past him to try and go outside. Saint doesn’t budge, though, and I’m forced to squeeze between him and the doorframe, which means my body presses tight to his before I’m free. My heart races at the contact, and I shove my way through the rest of the group and their kegs, ignoring Laurel’s sharp glare and Gabe’s amused smirk and inclined red head.

Making my way from the house, I text Loni, who responds right away. There’s a loud roar as the party swings into motion, and I stand on the sidewalk dejected and alone, wondering if anyone will chase after me.

Terrified of just who it might be.