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And strangely, even though we just confessed our feelings to one another and are now officially in a relationship, it doesn’t bother me that he’s upset over Harrison.
I know that’s a little weird. But everything has been different, unexpected, since I walked in and found out Brad had left me. I’m just rolling with it. I’ve learned the hard way that even the most meticulously planned things can go really, really wrong. So, I’m just going with what feels good.
Like me and Liam.
Things between us are so easy. As always. Even with these added extras. Like admitting we’re in love.
His declaration was surprising, and I still get butterflies when I think about it, but I wasn’tshocked. It felt right. It felt like something I’d been waiting for somehow.
It was also very easy to say it back to him.
And now, three hours into our trip, Liam is driving and we’ve had absolutely no argument over the radio, or snacks, he’s stopped every time I’ve asked, and even the sweet and casual PDA—a kiss on the top of my head, a hand on my lower back, our fingers linked as we walked to and from the car—has already felt second nature.
We are like we’ve always been, but with hand-holding and kissing.
I really like it.
I steal a look at Liam.
I’ve known him for so long that his face, his body, the way he moves and sits, his gestures and expressions, are so familiar that it’s funny and thrilling to me that looking at him now makes butterflies swoop in my stomach.
He glances at me and catches me watching him.
The corner of his mouth curls. “What?” he asks.
“I was just thinking about how much I like looking at you. You’re pretty hot.”
He laughs. “Thanks. You’re pretty hot too.”
I reach out and he takes my hand, linking our fingers. “No, it’s just funny. I’ve always thought you were attractive. But I guess it became just an objective fact rather than something I let affect me. Probably because I felt like we couldn’t act on it. But it was really easy to throw that switch.”
He looks very interested in that answer. “Threw that switch, huh?”
“Yeah. I am loving the idea that you’re my boyfriend. And that I can reach out and touch you whenever I want.” I run a hand up and down his arm. He’s not as bulky as Ford but he’s trim and muscular, and I love the tattoos on his arms.
I quickly shake off the thought of Ford. Ford is not here. He chose to leave. And how I feel about him doesn’t matter. I am with Liam now.
Except that was an abrupt ending to something that seemed to be just beginning, and I hate that. I really feel like I want to talk to Ford, have some kind of closure, but I’m not sure if that’s the right thing to do or not.
Because of both Ford and Liam.
Right now I’m with Liam, though, so I focus on him.
“And I know tonight we’ll be sleeping in the same bed. And not with pillows stuffed between us or you fully clothed on top of the covers. Or any of the other ways we’ve shared the bed before.”
His fingers curl against mine, and he glances away from the road. There is heat in his eyes. “I’ve had a few sleepless nights because of you. You owe me.”
I can’t help my smile. Or the tingles spreading through my body. “Ioweyou?”
“Yeah, I think you should have to repay me somehow for all that torture.”
I lean closer. “It was torture? You poor thing.”
“Sleeping next to you? Thinking about how you would look naked? Thinking about how you would feel if I pulled you up against me? My cock hard and aching all night? Yeah, torture.”
His words have heat and some aching happening between my legs.
“What about last night?” I venture to ask. I shouldn’t bring it up. We should forget about last night. We should probably try to forget about Ford and Harrison completely.