No

I shook my head.

“Who was it?” he repeated.

I shook my head again. “It’s not their fault, anyway.”

We stood there, embracing each other, for what felt like hours. “Fine,” he finally said. I looked up at him, tears in my eyes, and kissed him.

When we parted, I smiled sadly at him. “Want a handjob?” I asked, and Liam laughed and brushed my hair behind my ear.

He visibly hesitated for a moment. “No thanks.”

“You sure?” I reached into his school pants and grabbed his cock through his boxers.

“Stop, Emily,” he said, gripping my wrist. I let go.

“Killjoy.”

“Slut.”

Okay, that kinda hurt.