“Today, from your favourite florist.” He glances away shyly. “I was going to call you again and see if you’d be willing to hear me out. If you said yes, I wanted to be prepared.”
My heart is beating madly at his confession.
Leaning on my toes to kiss his bearded jaw is the only possible course of action.
So I do.
Liam’s eyes widen. I actually feel the shiver that runs through his body. He’s helpless to hide the effect I have on him.
“That was very sweet of you.” My voice is hoarse. “Sunflowers are my favourites.”
“I know,” he says vehemently. “I know a lot of things about you, Bel, including all the things that make you happy. Those are the most important ones to me.”
There’s a lump the size of Canada lodged in my throat. “Because you want to make me happy?”
“Ionlyever want to make you happy. Though sometimes…I might screw up along the way.” Liam squeezes the hand he’s still holding. “I just need you to know that I’m far from perfect, but I want to be. For you.”
I drop his hand and grasp his cheek in understanding.
Liam leans into my touch, his deep exhale hitting my wrist. “I’m sorry. Forgive me. Please.”
For hurting me because those weren’t his intentions. I get it now. I’ve had time to muse over our encounter and I’m ready to hear his side.
“Take me away, Liam.” I brush his jaw lovingly. “Somewhere we can talk and put these last few days behind us.”
Mabel
Liam’s car is all smooth leather, pine-scented haven.
He’s cruising down the street, his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. The playlist running in the background is a medley of all our favourite tunes. I adore that Liam paid attention whenever I recommended songs. The fact that he listens to them as he drives is the cherry on top of the cake.
“Where are we going?” I adjust the bouquet in my lap.
I’ve caught Liam’s eyes straying down to my bare thighs a handful of times. It’s a wonderful stroke to my ego. Especially when his nostrils flare and he utters a prayer under his breath.
It’s no secret that I’m attracted to my best friend.
I love that he’s attracted to me too.
“I want to take you to my favourite spot. I like to go there whenever I need fresh air or just a moment of peace. You’ll love it.”
The moonroof is open and a gentle breeze grazes over our heads. A few pieces of my blowout float in the air. My view of Liam is partially obscured until I tuck my hair aside and lean my head against the leather headrest. There’s something magical about the sun setting as we chase the night. Or maybe it has everything to do with the man sitting next to me. But I’m suddenly feeling flirty. The energy that crackled between us the first night we met pulsates again and I slither my hand so it rests on his strong thigh.
Liam’s face turns just enough for our eyes to meet for a split second.
But the flash of hunger I see there fuels mine.
“Feed me first, Liam,” I say saucily. “I’m starving.”
Taking one hand off the steering wheel, he grabs my hand from his thigh and brings it to his mouth for another kiss. “What are you in the mood for?”
Acelebratory meal. Some healthy communication. Then maybe a side helpingof foreplay. In that particular order, of course.
“I could go for some chicken nuggets. And fries.” I snap my fingers. “Oh, and an Oreo Mcflurry.”
“Your wish is my command.” He takes another left, redirecting us back to the East Side. “I could also go for a Mcflurry.”
“Skor?”
