“You literally remodeled a house for me, Liam. I’ll sit my butt on this little couch and be completely smitten, I promise.”
“Please tell me you remembered to grab the little machine you use to blow it up,” he said, glancing overat me. “If I have to blow it up with my mouth, I think I’ll just sleep on the floor.”
“I did,” I confirmed, laughing. “I should’ve hidden it so I’d have the opportunity to sit here and watch you try to blow it up on your own.”
“I’d probably pass out,” he said, laughing.
“It’s okay, I know CPR,” I said proudly.
“First of all, you’re only supposed to give someone CPR if their heart stops,” he said, giving me a slightly panicked look.
“Oh.”
“In this case, my heart would be fine.”
“I’ll leave the life-saving up to you, since you seem to be so good at it,” I joked.
Hehadmanaged to save my life this morning. Shoutout to the panic button he’d forced me to install, because without it, I honestly didn’t know how I would’ve gotten myself out of that situation. Jace wouldn’t have realized who the guy was and probably would’ve left before I could’ve found a way to warn him.
“It pains me to admit this,” I added, “but the panic alarm and security system were a good idea.”
Liam lifted an imaginary microphone to my mouth. “Can you repeat that for the cameras, please?”
I swatted his hand away, laughing. “Not a damn chance.”
Liam set his food down. “It’s getting late. I guess I should bust out this air mattress of yours,” he said, sliding the box into the center of the living room.
He pulled the mattress from the packaging with ease, unrolling it across the floor. Of course his stupid, unfair muscles had to flex the entire time.
Look away, Molly.
No.
Each side of my brain argued with the other while I sat there, staring like an idiot.
Liam fitted the pump into the valve and flipped it on. It roared to life, filling the mattress with air as the plastic stretched and lifted. Once it reached full size, he turned the pump off, sealed it, and stood back.
“There she is,” he said, admiring his temporary sleeping arrangement.
“Lay down and test it out,” I told him.
He turned and flopped down flat on his back, arms and legs spread wide like a starfish.
You could hop on top of him right now,my brain offered helpfully.Forget that purple vibrator. The real deal is right there.
Hush.
Liam shifted, rolling onto his stomach as if checking all his options. The second his weight redistributed, a loud hissing sound filled the room. The mattress began to deflate, sinking beneath him until he was practically on the floor.
I couldn’t stop laughing.
Liam looked at me like there was no possible way that had just happened.
“It popped,” he said flatly, while I laughed even harder. “Couch it is, I guess,” he said, clearly less than thrilled.
I glanced at the couch I was currently occupying. There was no way he’d be able to stretch out on it. I was a lot shorter than Liam, and even I barely fit. If he slept there, he’d wake up the crankiest man this side of the Rockies.
“You could sleep with me,” I blurted, realizing how bad that sounded as the words left my mouth. “I mean sleepnextto me. In my bed,” I corrected, which somehow didn’t make it better.
