Page 110 of Falling for my Brother's Best Friend

I stare at my parents. My mom’s in a sleek white dress, and my dad’s wearing a suit instead of a tuxedo. “I do look like her.”

“Mostly, but you have some of your dad in you too. It’s the blonde hair that makes people only see your mom. But you have your dad’s nose, and see how his upper lip almost disappears when he smiles? You have that too.”

“How would you know? I never smile,” I deadpan.

“You smile a lot more than you think.”

I place the picture down. “I’ve always kept their memory tucked into a box, you know? It’s too painful to fully remember them.”

“I know.” He kisses my forehead.

“Show me your painting?” I ask.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”

“You’re just going to make fun of me.”

He tugs me forward. “Never.”

We walk over to my easel and stare at the painting for a minute.

“I swear it was a bundle of flowers a moment ago. Did you switch it out as a joke?”

He laughs. “It’s good, babe.”

He ignores my question, which says he didn’t. I just suck at painting. “No, it’s not. It looks more like rotten apples.”

“It’s your first. Give yourself a break.” I pick it up to throw it away, but he takes it from my hands. “Nope.”

Instead of fighting him—because he’ll win anyway—I run over to his picture. Again, I’m in awe. “I’m beautiful.”

He laughs, not shy about sharing his work with me. He painted me in his button-down shirt with no pants on. “You are.”

I cover my mouth when I register what I said. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant you make me beautiful.”

He bends down and kisses my neck. “You’ve always been beautiful, but I like to think it’s me who brings that glow to your cheeks.”

I touch my messy bun. “If I’d known you were going to paint me, I’d have done my hair or something.”

“This is how I like you.” His chest hits my back and his fingers land on the top button of his shirt. “Except without the shirt.”

I barely blink before his shirt is open with all buttons intact. “How did you get so good at unbuttoning things?”

“When I was little, my mom had one of those blankets with the snaps, buttons, and Velcro? She said I loved the button one. Who would’ve guessed it would pay off when I got older?”

He pulls the shirt over my shoulders until it falls into a pile on the floor. His warm hands unclasp my bra, guiding it down my arms until it’s on the floor in front of us. Bending, he hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and slides them down my legs. I step out of them and he tosses them somewhere.

“Remind me to thank your mom the next time I see her.”

His lips land on my shoulder, one hand running down my side and the other up my torso. With his body over mine, sheltering me with his bare chest, I never want to leave. Being with Liam, seeing myself through his eyes is enough to bring a fresh set of tears to my eyes.

“Congratulations, you’ve graduated from Find Yourself University. Your professor would like to give you your reward now.”

Goose bumps rise on every inch of my skin as his fingers slide through my folds at the same time he pinches my nipple. As much as I’d love to stay in this position, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do, and there’s no better time than now.

“Actually, Professor Kelly, I’d like to give you a thank you gift.” I turn and fall to my knees, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. Pushing them down his legs, I take his boxer briefs with them and watch how his hard, thick length springs out and strains toward his belly button.

He helps me get him out of his clothes and releases my hair tie so that my hair falls around my shoulders. “Sav,” he sighs when my hand wraps around him.

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