Storm
The girls eventually gathered up our plates, empty drink bottles and whatever leftovers remained before disappearing into the kitchen.
When they didn’t come back, I realised exactly what they were doing.
They were giving Doyle and me some privacy.
I smiled to myself.
“So, love,” Doyle said, pressing a soft kiss against my cheek. “What did you two—or should I say, what did you all—get up to while I was gone?”
“Liam, the girls and I watched movies and ate an obscene amount of junk food.”
Doyle nodded approvingly.
“Sounds like you had a good afternoon.”
“Good?”
I turned towards him, pretending to be offended.
“So, you have no problem with me getting fat?”
He chuckled.
“You could gain a hundred pounds and you’d still be beautiful to me.”
I smiled.
“You’d better be careful
