Page 64 of Falling For Liam
“Sure, I’d love to,” Frankie says, a sweet smile plastered on her face. Dean, on the other hand, looks about ready to puke.
“Did you want to…change first?” he asks.
“I didn’t bring anything. I was planning on going home before we all went out later.”
“Come with me,” he says, grabbing her forearm and dragging her out of the room.
The four of us are silent as we listen to the two of them climb the stairs. “Well, that was unexpected,” Phil says, and we all burst out laughing.
Thankfully, the rest of the meal is much less eventful, even with Dean sitting at the end of the table looking very uncomfortable.
“Thank you for the meal, son. We’re going to head off so you can enjoy your night,” Phil announces once we’ve cleared the table. “It’s obvious you have plans. You guys ready?” he asks, turning to Liam and me.
“Oh, are you not coming out with us? We’re meeting Bax and Erin in town in about an hour.” Dean says turning to Liam.
“Uh…not sure. What do you want to do?” He looks at me, expecting me to make a decision.
“It’s up to you. But don’t you two need some alone time?” I ask, flicking a look to Frankie, who’s now wearing one of Dean’s hoodies with her stockings sticking out the bottom.
“Nah, she can wait until later. She’s always more fun when she’s worked up.”
“I’ll be in the car,” Kate announces. She gives Dean a kiss on the cheek and tells him to behave, which only makes him laugh before she walks out of the house.
“You go, we’ll sort ourselves out,” Liam says to his dad, and we all watch as he follows his wife.
The second the front door shuts, Dean turns to Frankie. “Get upstairs, right now.”
“Uh, Dean you can’t—” Liam starts but he gets cut off.
“We’ll literally be ten minutes. Call a cab, yeah?”
He drags Frankie from the room before Liam has a chance to answer and we’re forced to listen to whatever he does to her that makes her chant his name over and over.
“My ears,” Liam complains, covering them with his hands.
Leaning into him, I find his lips and set about distracting him.
* * *
An hour later, we’ve had a pit stop at Frankie’s place so she could change into something a little more suitable, although when she reappeared in a black micro dress that wasn’t much bigger than her baby doll, I did wonder why she bothered.
“Liv, this is Bax, Dean’s best mate, and his fiancée, Erin,” Liam says as we join them in a pub in the city.
“Hey, man. Long time, no see,” Bax says to Liam with a wink.
“I know right! Hey Erin, how’s it going?” The two of them have a whispered conversation and I feel like I’m missing something, but Dean soon appears with a tray of shots and an orange juice for pregnant Erin. All previous conversations stop in favour of getting the night started.
It’s not long before I feel like I’m part of the group, mostly thanks to Erin who starts chatting to me when the guys find themselves heading down memory lane.
“Come on, let’s dance.” Frankie says, pulling at Dean’s arm.
Liam’s hand slides into mine and he pulls me along with the others towards the dance floor. The second he comes to a stop, he gives my hand a tug and I crash against his chest.
“You having fun?”
“Yeah, I really am. Your friends are great.”
“They’re Dean’s, really, but they’re good guys. You and Erin seemed to be getting on well.”
