Page 108 of Tell Me It’s Right

I feel his mouth curve into a smile against my neck, and he grabs one of my hands, links his fingers with mine, and presses it into the pillow above my head.

All I can think isThank God.

Thank God I didn’t sleep with any of those losers in college.

Thank God I waited.

Because there’s no way any of them would’ve compared to this.

“I love you,” Liam breathes against my skin, so low I almost don’t hear it, don’t know if he means for me to.

But still, I murmur, “I love you, Liam.”

I recognize the relief in his eyes and regret not saying it sooner.

We crash together in a hungry, desperate kiss full of tongue and teeth and gasps. My nails dig into his back as he drives into me harder, faster, the heat in my core building until it’s impossibly hot. I hope he’s as close as I am because I can already tell I’m not going to be able to move anymore after this.

Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.Pleasedon’t stop.I don’t know if I manage to say it aloud, but his grip on my hand tightens to a nearly painful degree, the movements of his hips starting to jerk.

I think I stop breathing. All I know is I don’t just come over the edge. I’m shoved off the cliff, suddenly and violently, and then I’m falling. I think he finishes too. I think he groans my name.

Every part of me trembles as I gulp in a breath, and Liam slows to a few more gentle thrusts before stilling between my legs. His head falls to my shoulder with a shaky exhale, and we lie there for a moment, panting and holding each other. My heart pounds in my chest, and I can feel his just as clearly against my palm.

Slowly, he pushes himself up and smoothes his hands over my hair, his smile uncertain as he searches my face.

I bite my lip. “Is it always that good?”

He throws his head back, his laugh full and relieved. “No.” He kisses me. “It’s not.” Again. “But I have a feeling with you and me, it will be.”

What I’ve done doesn’t fully occur to me until I’m sitting on Liam’s couch in one of his T-shirts. Liam returns to his spot next to me with a glass of water, and I cover my face with my hands.

“Oh my God,” I moan.

“What? What’s wrong?”

I stare up at him with wide eyes. “That was so rude of me. To just walk out on my own party. To leave all of my friends there—some who flew all the way here from the West Coast just to see me! And I just walked out! Where’s my phone? I should—I should call, or?—”

“Gracie.” Liam takes my face between his hands before I can get far and forces me to look at him. “Breathe. I’ll find your phone.”

After a few seconds of searching through the couch, he pulls it out from between the cushions and hands it over.

“Shit, it’s late,” he mutters as he checks his own phone. “Damage control might have to wait until the morning.”

I chew on my lip and send a few copy-and-paste texts to apologize and let everyone know I’ll fill them in tomorrow.

“Hey.” Liam gently taps beneath my chin with his knuckles. “Everyone who was at that party loves you. They’ll understand. You want to order food and watch something?” My eyebrows inch up, and he laughs. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He takes the seat beside me on the couch, pulls out his phone, and leans forward on his knees. “What are you in the mood for? There aren’t a lot of vegetarian spots around here, are there? And there are only a few places still open. What about sushi? Do they have stuff for you?”

I peer at his phone over his shoulder as he scrolls through a delivery app and pulls up the sushi place a few streets down. “Oh yeah. Their asparagus one is really good. The sauce is delicious.”

He clicks on the roll. “This one?”

I rest my chin against his shoulder and nod.

“Perfect. That’s what I’ll get too.”

“Liam, you don’t have to. I mean, you can get whatever you want.”

He turns, putting our noses an inch from each other, and searches my face. “It doesn’t bother you when people eat meat in front of you?”

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