His face fell. "Shit, really?"
"You look like a clown."
He grimaced. I laughed.
"I've got some makeup remover cloths," I told him.
We finally got off the sofa and took a moment to clean up. I scrubbed at Liam's face with the dampened cloth.
"Maybe you should wear makeup after all," I teased. "Really go all out with that glam-rock look."
He whisked me into his arms and swung me around. I shrieked, enjoying myself like I hadn't in ages.
"I thought you didn't have a thing for guys in eyeliner?" he asked.
"I don't." I swatted at his shoulder until he put me down. He did, but kept his arms around my waist. "Gael's going to wonder what's keeping us."
"Maybe I should make up some excuse," Liam said. "There was a dire emergency."
"Like what?"
"Your life was in danger."
I raised an eyebrow. "Was it?"
"Yeah. You were dying for my cock."
I made a face at him. "Don't you dare say that or I really will kick you in the nuts with my boots. I don't care how great the sex was."
Liam laughed and squeezed me. "Come on, Cherry Lips. Let's go clubbing with your boys."
