CONT ... @dcgtoothā
Heās married. So donāt get any ideas. Iām not that kind of guy.
But Liv was that kind of woman. A cheater, a woman with her legs wide open. There was no truth to what Hallen says and Liv could tell. It might as well have popped out to her in bold lettering. The notion makes her uneasy, the idea that her and Hallen alike suffer from the same impulse. To want what they canāt have, to indulge in cynical masochist behavior that neither of them knew how to stifle.Ā
āJust some guy..ā The blonde repeats, echoing Hallenās own words. Her eyes dart inside her mug of wine, watching as the crimson liquid stills before her. Livās brows furrow in thought, wondering if she should approach this lightly or go all in. Did either mechanism even matter? They werenāt good at these things, this situation unfolding before them was proof of that. But Liv loved her brother. She loved him more than she loved most things despite not being able to say it without scrunching her face like sheās just sucked on a lemon.Ā
Her lips purse then, nodding a tad,Ā āWeāre both that kind of person, Hallen,ā She admits, an unspoken confession. Perhaps he could put it together himself.Ā āMe especially.ā The admission feels like razors to her throat. Liv never enjoyed being vulnerable like this, but now it had to be done. She couldnāt watch her brother grovel and revert into himself anymore.Ā
For a moment, she thinks she should tell him about Martin. About how he might have killed her husband to be or made him vanish. This was hypocrisy at itās finest. Liv wanted the truth but she was hiding within the trenches of her own lies.Ā āI slept with all of Lukeās friends. All of them. Some of his coworkers too. I lost count after a while. Most of them...were married. I sometimes went for the wives too..I didnāt care. I hurt him and I just ā didnāt care.ā Now she does, which was obvious, and that scared her.Ā āI donāt want you to end up like me.ā













