*Ava*
“Now you're just being mean," I complain, poking him in the arm.
“What?" Liam asks, his fingers stilling halfway up my thigh. The delicate fabric of Emma's dress is pushed almost up to my hips now. I want his fingers to keep going, which almost frustrates me more than his attitude.
“Calling it a date," I remind him. “That's mean."
“It wasn't a date?" Liam replies.
“Was it with you?" I ask.
Liam frowns. “No."
I splay my hand across his wide chest, slipping my fingers between the buttons of his shirt. “Then it wasn't a date."
“I like the way you think," Liam murmurs, kissing my neck as his hand moved up my thigh once more. He hooks a finger in my panties and pulls them aside, then brushes his thumb over my c**t.
“Mm!" I gasp, clinging to him already.
“What do you call it, the
