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“Well, if you call breaking his arm nice,” I tease and unlock my door before stepping inside.

Liam’s expression darkens. “Nobody fucks with you, Paisley. That shit won’t happen.”

He is after my heart.

“You off work tomorrow?” he asks.

“Yes.”

That slow, sexy smile takes over his face. “Tomorrow, I am taking your ass out on a date.” He goes into his room as I gape at his back.

I guess that means I have a date with Liam. This will be our first date and I am thrilled, but I’ve got to admit that this is new territory and I am bit nervous.

You would think I wouldn’t be because I have known him for so long. We have been friends or in the in-between place since we were teenagers. But that is not the case. This is different. This is the beginning of what he said all those years ago, and I quote:

“I am coming for you, Paisley.”

Oh boy.

Liam

I look at her standing in the kitchen, staring at the wall, speechless. I grin and go into my room, mission number one accomplished.

Check-fucking-mate.

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Paisley

Breathe, I tell myself while I put the finishing touches on my makeup and hair. Liam is waiting in the living room while I am getting ready.

Liam has hung around the house mowing my lawn, binge-watching TV, and just doing whatever. I slept almost all day long; I needed to catch up on sleep.

But now, we are going on our first date, and I am nervous--beyond nervous. This is my first date ever. Liam was my first and only kiss, mind you. At twenty-six years old, I am as innocent and virginal as they get.

Which is almost pathetic if you think about it.

I unplug my straightener from the wall and put away my makeup. I take a step back, admiring myself. I am wearing white skinny jeans and black boot-leg heels. My top is black lace, and the sleeves are open to mid-shoulder.

You got this! I encourage myself and open the bathroom door, walking straight to the living room without thinking.

Liam stands when he sees me enter and his mouth opens, and I smirk. His eyes narrow on my mouth before his eyes move up and down, raking over my body.

“Fucking beautiful.”

I couldn’t stop my enormous grin even if I wanted to. “Well, thanks.” I wink, spinning around slowly so he can get the full effect. My butt looks fabulous in these pants.

“Don’t do that shit.” He grabs my hand to stop me, and I snort trying to control my laughter.

His eyes narrow on me. “Let’s go, we have reservations,” he says grumpily, and I grin at the back of his head as he pulls me along.

Liam

She knows exactly what she fucking does to me. She has an amazing ass, which she catches me staring at quite often. She spun around, letting me get a full view.

Fuck me, doesn’t she look beautiful?

It’s pure torture, plain and fucking simple. She knows what she does to me, and she likes to tease me. It’s fucking torture.

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