Then she inhales deeply and closes her eyes. “Okay.”
“Okay, what?” I bring my hands up to her face, stroking my thumbs on her cheeks.
“Let’s spend time together alone.”
Relief hits me like oxygen.
“Tonight?”
She hesitates.
“Come to my place,” I suggest. “I’ll cook for you.”
“You cook?” she teases.
“You’d be surprised by how competent I am.”
She studies me for a minute, smiling.
“Okay, I’ll come to your place. Seven.”
I smile. “Seven it is.”
I kiss her one more time, not wanting to let her go, but knowing I should.
“You go first.” I nod toward the door.
“Okay …” She looks at me curiously.
“I need to fix this.” I point to my dick. “I can’t walk through the halls with a hard-on.”
“Oh God,” she mumbles and covers her face with her hands.
“What? You did this,” I tease.
“Bye, Liam,” she says before pulling the door open.
“Bye, Alie. See you tonight at seven.” I wink at her before she leaves the room.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FIVE
Liam
By the time seven rolls around, my place smells like rosemary, garlic, and probably a little bit of nervous energy. I want tonight to be perfect.
I don’t think I’ve ever cleaned my place so thoroughly either.
She texts me to let me know she’s here and on her way up.
I open the door and wait.
In minutes, the elevator doors across the hall open, and I see her.
She’s leaning against the wall, head down. She’s wearing jeans and a T-shirt, her hair down, and she looks effortlessly beautiful. When she looks up, she smiles.
“Hi,” she says.
