“Sure.”
His response was simple. Certain. Full of courage. Not too much courage, though. Just enough to let Liberty know that he was not going to back down. That he was ready to bite if need be. Liberty glanced to his side tentatively before heading to the kitchen.
He smirked at Naomi, who was sitting uncomfortably on the rug and shaking her head up at him as if to tell him not to act on whatever stupidity he was thinking about. A streak of sweat dripped down her temple. The room was silent. And if Liberty decided to look around the other faces present in their living room, he was sure that a handful of eyeballs were mirroring the look on his girlfriend’s.
He shuffled her hair. “Relax, darling. We’re just going to get some drinks.” Liberty leaned down to place a chaste kiss on Naomi’s
