Liam looked taken aback. "Cute?"
I nodded. He grimaced.
"So you don't like the C word any more than I do?" I asked.
"I'm not cute," he said. "That kid Seth is cute. I'm a rock and roll sex god."
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
Liam placed one hand on my knee. The laughter cut off. My stomach muscles clenched.
"Wait until you see me on stage with my leather pants and eyeliner," he promised. "You'll turn into one of those fangirls, swooning over me."
I'd almost fallen into fangirl swoons one too many times around this man already. He didn't need any help.
"I've been around self-professed rock gods for years," I forced myself to say calmly. "Leather and guyliner do nothing for me."
"So you go for the straight-laced type?" He raised an amused eyebrow. "Khaki pants and polo shirts?"
Liam chuckled at the face I made.
"So you don't go for straight-laced and you don't go for rock gods," he mused. "Who exactly do you go for, then?"
"Is there a reason why you're fixated on who's my type?"
He leaned back casually into the sofa stretching his long legs out. "Maybe I just want to know what kind of chance I have."
"Zero," I countered immediately. "I don't date band members."
"I'm not a band member," he reminded me. "This is just temporary. I'm not going to join Cherry Lips."
He shifted closer. His thigh pressed to mine. The rough fabric of his jeans scratched the bare skin exposed by my skirt. The heat of his thigh spread even through the dark denim. I inhaled a quick breath. His woodsy scent filled my nose. Blood flowed to my cheeks.
Damn. This happened every time that man got close to me. I'd never blushed this many times in one day. If I didn't get a hold of myself, Liam was going to think I was a schoolgirl with a crush.
I tried to scoot away. I was pressed against the cushion. I couldn't go any farther. I hoped Liam couldn't see my red, flushed face in the darkness of the club.
My head swam. He smelled so good. It was unfair. I'd always had a weakness for guys with that rich, earthy smell. Harper had always smelled like that. He'd take me in his arms and I'd be surrounded by a soothing, grounding feeling. I'd forgotten about that. It had been so long since…
My breath stuttered in my lungs.
Liam looked at me, concerned.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah."
Liam took my hand. My nails were pressed deep into the skin. He took my fingers and loosened them one by one. He ran his fingertips along the small half-moon indentations left behind on my palm.
"Was it something I said?" He quirked an inquisitive smile.
"No. Sorry." I pulled my hand back slowly, putting it in my lap. "I just remembered something."
"Seems like it wasn't a very good memory."
I let out a shaky laugh. "No. It was too good."
That was the problem.
