“Hold on one second.”

I grab my cell phone from the table. Terra and Mare isn’t open, but I have to do this before I let him carry me upstairs and make us both forget this fight.

“Sav?” Rome answers groggily.

“I need a reservation tomorrow, by the window, for two.”

“Go to hell. You just woke Dion.” Crying rings out through the receiver as Harley groans.

“Thank you. See you tomorrow at six-thirty.”

“Dumbass, we’re closed on Sunday nights.” Click. The line dies.

Liam laughs and pulls me into him. “It’s the effort that counts. A Sunday hand-in-hand stroll down Main Street is enough for me.”

He leans forward, and when I put my finger to his lips again, he growls.

“Just one more thing.”

“Sav…” He’s losing patience and I kind of like it.

“I love you, Liam Kelly.”

He smiles and locks my hands behind my back, capturing my lips in a belly-dancing, heartbeat-pounding, lady-parts-having-a-party kiss.

I lean back. “Don’t you have anything to say?”

That classic smirk that only Liam can pull off lights up my insides. “You forget so soon? I said it first.”

I stand to get off him, but in one move he stands, picking me up and holding me. “No running away.”

I press my lips to his. “Oh, you’re stuck with me.”

“About time you realized.”

He locks the door, turns off the lights, and carries me upstairs, where we spend the next two days wrapped in his navy sheets.

Well… except for the Sunday hand-in-hand stroll down Main Street.

Surprisingly, no one looked horrified as we bought donuts from Sweet Suga Things, coffee from Brewed Awakenings, and pie from Lard Have Mercy. We even sat on a park bench in the square while he read the paper and I ate the donuts. The world did not fall apart, and no one said anything.

That’s not true. Rome opened the window of his apartment and screamed for us to get a room when we started making out. We quickly figured out we might not be ready for the outside world just yet. There are still more erogenous zones to find and sexual positions to discover, after all.