Chapter 57: Who’s Begging Whom?

I woke up on the couch.

Not in my bed. Not in my room. On the living room sofa, squeezed between Liam's chest and Shayne's shoulder like a tiny, warm bookmark stuck in a brother sandwich. Someone had covered us with a blanket during the night, and my face was smooshed against Liam's shirt—which pr...

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