He nods, and his soft lips embrace mine. His tongue explores my mouth, and I could kiss him for hours and be perfectly fine and content, and that’s just what we will do.
We both enjoy getting a feel for each other’s bodies with our clothes on, me squeezing his biceps and admiring his broad shoulders through his shirt. He wastes no time, slowly running his hands up my back, and then moving them back down to my butt. That’s one thing men have always complimented me on is the shape of my ass. I’m blessed, I guess.
His hands fall on my ass, and he lightly takes me off his lap and gets up.
“It’s getting late, so it’s time for me to go. Not staying over tonight,” Liam says.
“Oh okay,” I respond, wondering what the hell just happened. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”
“As much as I’d love waking up next to you, I think it’s better for me to go home tonight.” He kisses me, and then heads out the door.
So badly, I want to run and stop him, tell him to come back in but I don’t. Protect your heart, Harper. Always.