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I wet my lips, doing my best to keep the guilt out of my tone. I didn’t do anything wrong, though the look on Ronan’s face is singing an entirely different tune.

“With Liam.”

His frown morphs into an entire scowl.

“You were out with him, until one in the morning? And you came home with no panties?” he scoffs, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“You don’t get to speak to me this way,” I snap. “For all I knew, you were sunk inside Anika Wilson every day since I’d seen you two. We weren’t together. Don’t try to shame me for trying to move on, when you practically broke my heart.”

The anger in his eyes is still there, but he takes several deep breaths before speaking.

“You let him touch you?”

“Yes,” I answer.

“Did he fuck you?”

“No.”

He nods, breaking eye contact for a moment as he asks his next question.

“Did you enjoy it?”

I hesitate, only briefly, before being completely honest.

“Yes.”

His eyes close at that, something like resignation passing across his features, as he nods his head. He leans forward, pressing a kiss against my forehead that lasts for several seconds before he speaks against my skin.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to get upset with you. We’re together now, that’s what matters.”

I go to respond when he stands up. My brows furrow together as I watch him move towards the door.

“Where are you going?”

He turns to look at me, a soft, not convincing at all smile on his face.

“It’s late, you need to get some rest. I’ll come get you for breakfast in the morning, okay?”

It takes me a second to respond as I slowly nod.

“Okay.”

A tight lipped smile is what I receive in return before he opens the door.

“Sweet dreams, baby.”

With that, he’s gone, and I’m left feeling worse than before. Maybe I should have lied and told him I didn’t enjoy it. That doesn’t make me feel good either, though. I had a good time with Liam, a great one honestly, and I shouldn’t have to apologize for that. Whatever, I’m sure Ronan just needs to go home and chill out. Things will be fine.

Chapter Twenty Two

Ronan

Things are not fine. Not fucking fine in the least. It’s a good thing that Liam’s dorm is all the way on the other side of campus from Skyla’s, because two steps from the door I was ready to strangle the little fucker to death. Now, I’ll just settle for beating him to a bloody pulp.

My fist beats against his door, practically rattling it off its hinges before I decide fuck it and use my master key. The door whirs open and I find Liam on his bed, cock in his hand and what I already know are Skyla’s panties lifted up to his nose.

I. See. Red.

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