I snapped my eyes up and met his smirk. “Whatever. You know you have a nice body. It’s just anatomy. Nothing I haven’t seen before,” I said, pursing my lips. “I need to talk to you for a sec.”
He reached behind me for the handle and pushed his bedroom door open, gesturing me inside. “After you.”
Liam walked over to his closet as I took a seat in the chair beside his bed.
And then that towel did just what I’d wanted it to.
I should’ve been embarrassed by the sound that escaped my mouth—somewhere between a cry and a shudder—but I was too busy taking in Liam’s entire backside to care. “What the hell are you doing?” I managed to ask.
He stepped into a pair of black briefs and turned right as the waistband snapped into place two inches above his cock. “It’s just anatomy.” His smile darkened. “Right?”
My mouth watered. Why was it watering?
He pointed his thumb over his shoulder and grinned. “You want me to put a shirt on before we start?”
I held my stare, nodding once.
“All right, what is it?” he asked, stretching one of their old band T-shirts over his head. He graciously pulled on a pair of jeans too.
“I want you to use the poem for your song,” I told him, afraid I’d change my mind if I sat there too much longer.
“Your poem?”
I nodded, shaking away the discomfort of the lie. It wasn’t mine, but I couldn’t tell him that. If he knew it was my dad’s words, he’d immediately tell Danny.
“No.”
“No?”
“We’ve already scrapped that one. I don’t know why Danny keeps trying to make it work. Besides, you nearly tore me a new one over it. I’m not looking to experience that again if you change your mind.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He looked at me hesitantly.
“Look, I know I got angry, but that’s because my personal space was invaded. Hearing it in your song took me by surprise, but it was good.Reallygood.”
“Danny doesn’t know you wrote it. I don’t know how he’d feel, playing along to his little sister’s lyrics.”
Even better.“Then, don’t tell him.” They weren’t mine anyway.
Liam frowned. “I mean, we’ll have to get you to sign a consent form and everything. He’s going to find out.”
“I don’t want the credit. Honestly. Just take it. Please. I can write it out for you right now if you need it.”
“I remember how it goes.” Liam frowned as he thought.
“Okay. Are we good?”
He watched me for a solid five seconds before he nodded slowly. “If you’re sure?”
“Great. It’s settled.” I stood up to leave, but he blocked my path.
“Why are you doing this?” he asked.
Liam’s scent of sandalwood wrapped around me like a cool blanket, but I was missing the familiar warmth the leather from his jacket gave off.
“Sometimes, people just want to help, Liam. I’m not going to hold this over your head or expect you to owe me one in return. This is something I want to do. For Danny.”
