Alana
Liam hadn’t taken his eyes off of me all night, and the way he was looking at me made the butterflies stir in my stomach. “Is everything alright?” I asked, taking a few steps closer to him across the beach. As if I’d pulled him from deep in thought, he kicked his shoes off into the sand, his hand interlacing with mine as he pulled us towards the water once more.
“Everything is perfect,” he whispered, pulling me tight into his side. His hand wrapped around my waist as he led us forwards, the water splashing against our ankles. Liam’s eyes sparkled under the moonlight and I found myself leaning in. My hand running down his chest and up under his shirt, he flashed me that sly grin that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking. God, he was so hot. In one quick movement, he hooked h
