“You want to hear a secret?”
I nod slowly.
Liam’s lips skirt over my jaw and he whispers, “I don’t actually want you to be one either. I like it when you’re bad, Bel. Really, really, fucking bad.”
Speechless. Words have escaped me. My entire vocabulary has been reduced to a ‘puh’ sound that leaves my parted lips.
Sweet and shy Liam is the best.
But shameless and dirty-talking Liam? Oh, we’re about to have so much fun tonight.
Taking advantage of my silenced state, Liam’s hands grab handfuls of my ass and rope me into his big body. “The night’s not over yet and I have plans for you.” His commanding tone causes my pussy to throb. “Now go to my room and get comfortable. I’ll be with you in a moment.”
Liam releases me like he hasn’t set me on fire with those words. I blink, disoriented, hot, and well, ready to get it on. “U-Uh, right. I’ll just go…do that.”
He simply winks and walks in the opposite direction, turning on the hallway lights as he goes towards…the kitchen?
I, on the other hand, grab my bag and follow his instructions dutifully.
Second door on the right of the hallway greets me. I twist open the doorknob and flick on the light switch before entering.
Hunter green walls, pecan brown flooring, sandy beige accents. The colour palette in Liam’s room reminds me of a dark enchanting fairy-tale forest, which I suppose is quite on brand for my fantasy-reading boyfriend. The star of the show isn’t the queen-sized bed with fresh sheets and large pillows fit for cuddling. It’s the wooden bookshelf tucked against a wall containing rows of colourful book spines.
Without a shadow’s doubt, Liam built this bookshelf himself.
And as my fingers graze a shelf, a smile blooms over my face. I’m so ridiculously proud of this guy. How many girlfriends can say their boyfriends genuinely know how to create beautiful furniture pieces from scratch? Not many, I presume.
The floor beneath my feet is spotless and there appears to be not a speck of dust in the air. Have I mentioned Liam is a true clean freak? This guy stocks up on cleaning supplies the same way girls do on makeup products. He once told me that every week, like clockwork, he wipes down his entire room so it looks straight out of an AD magazine.
My smile grows even more as I belatedly notice the helium balloons floating near his bedside end table, labelled ‘Happy1 month anniversary,’ and the twinkling lights he’s garlanded around the room to create an ambiance for us.
Liam’s turned his entire room into a romantic little getaway.
I’m totally swooning.
I place my bag on the floor and pad over to his ensuite. I take a moment to pop a breath mint, reapply my dark red lipstick, and wash my hands thoroughly because no one should get intimate without doing so prior.
I also assess my reflection one more time in the mirror and conclude I look banging.
Liam’s going to faint once he seesmy lingerie.
Going back into his room, I make myself at home by plopping onto his bed. I’ll have to ask what kind of fabric softener Liam uses because it smells divine. His own cologne lingers in the sheets, and I inhale a greedy gulp like an addict getting her fix.
Slow footsteps echo along the hallway. I perk up and lie sideways on his bed, propping myself up on one elbow.
Liam strolls into the bedroom like a larger-than-life king entering his court. Except instead of the proverbial sword, he’s carrying a…wooden board?
He nears and I finally register the contents. Oh, my. The charcuterie board is layered with a multitude of chocolates, brownies, and fruits. He wasn’t kidding about dessert.
Liam chuckles when he notices the stars in my eyes and the drool at the corner of my lips. “Hi.”
“Hi, right back at you.” I scoot on the bed to make space for him to gingerly deposit the board. “That looks delicious. Did you make it?”
Liam comes to lie behind me. He slings an arm around my waist and pulls me back so we’re fitted together like a puzzle.
I love being held by him like this.
Liam drops a tender kiss on my cheek, lingering to nuzzle my cheek some more. “Yes, I did. I watched a YouTube video and prepped it this afternoon.”
