“Could you be any more desperate, Walcott?” He turns his head to the side slightly to make eye contact with Maggie before he smirks. “Aw, you scared I’m gonna swipe your girl out from under you, Bartlett?” She gives him a challenging look, draping her arm over my shoulder and hauling me into her side. “Not in the slightest.” Liam bites his lower lip, a flash of silver catching my eyes as his tongue traces over his lip before it’s gone in the next minute. “Fuck, please tell me I can watch?” he practically groans. Maggie chokes out a laugh as she shakes her head. “Not on your fucking life.”
