Liam
Was someone staring? Yes.
Was he a spy? Most likely.
Was it necessary that I kiss her passionately? Absolutely not.
But here I was, holding Arlene’s face in my hands, my lips buried in hers, claiming her in a kiss so deep it was almost sinful.
She tensed the moment our lips met, her breath hitching, her body frozen in shock. I hadn’t planned this. Not really. But the thought had crossed my mind the second she stepped out of that house in that dress.
I had imagined pinning her against the car, one hand gripping her waist, the other tangled in her hair, taking her mouth in a way that would remind her exactly who she belonged to.
But I had held back until now. Until she told me she was carrying triplets, until the first moment we shared that kiss that refused to leave my head, and
