Page 51 of All's Fair in Love and Magic

“Then what do you do with them?”

“I don’t know. I think you just go on them.”

He dipped his head. “Then we’ll go on dates.”

“We don’thaveto.”

“Of course we don’t. But if it’s what you want, I want to.” He kissed me again, and I kissed him back.

Without hesitation, this time.

Eventually, the makeout session ended with Liam and I sitting together on the couch, staring out at the ocean. His side was pressed against mine, his hand on my thigh.

It was nice.

Peaceful, even.

I hadn’t expected to find peace in the Supernatural Resort, but I was glad to have been wrong.

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SAGE

We sleptin the next morning, finally leaving the bungalow when it was almost time to meet Madison and Vera for lunch at the restaurant on the beach.

“I can get my own table,” Liam said, as we walked down a stretch of sand. His hands were in the pockets of his board shorts, and he was shirtless.

We’d been more comfortable since our conversation and makeout sessions the night before. And since he got me off on his mouth and fingers again in the middle of the night.

But there was still some uncertainty. Which Liam seemed to deal with by putting physical space between us.

I was planning on taking a dip in the ocean before going back to the wards, so I was wearing a bikini and a coverup. I felt hotter than I had the last few days, but I was ignoring that. We’d figured out some things, but not everything. Not to the point where I would tell him every time I was horny.

The beach was fairly busy, but we both wanted to walk next to the ocean rather than taking the paved paths, so we braved the crowd.

After so much time spent on a bench while we worked on the wards, the beach was glorious. The breeze was nice, and the water felt amazing every time it washed over our feet.

“Why would you get your own table?” I didn’t flash him the look I wanted to. The one that would tell him he was crazy.

I had learned enough about Liam to realize that his line of reasoning usually made no sense to me, but there was logic behind it.

Logic I didn’t agree with, but still. Logic.

“So you have space to talk to your friends,” he said.

Ah.

Actually, that did make sense.

It just wasn’t necessary.

“Thanks, but it’s fine if you come with us. You probably know more about them than I do.”

“That’s unlikely.”

“Do you know what they shift into?” I countered.

“Of course. I wouldn’t let them into the resort if I didn’t.”