ANIKA’S POV
I thought that was all when it came to my birthday celebration, but I was wrong.
Liam Danson was taking me to dinner.
I was glad that I finally told Liam that I loved him because God damn.
In the car, we were wrapped in a comfortable silence, the kind that did not need words to fill it. The only sound was the soft melody of Peace and Violence by Faouzia drifting through the speakers like silk.
One of Liam's hands rested on the steering wheel, and I tried very hard not to stare at the delicious veins running up his forearms. The other hand was interlocked with mine, his thumb tracing lazy circles over my skin every few seconds, each touch sending a tiny electric storm dancing through me.
By God this man was perfect.
“Where are we going?” I asked, squeezing his hand.
Liam
