I feel Liam’s hands begin to unwind from me, and I panic, spinning around to face him as I stop him. I force his arms to stay around me, and a look of confusion passes across his face. Leaning forward, I press my lips to his, lifting my hands to cradle his face. It’s not a kiss of passion and wild abandon. It’s not a carnal craving where I’m savagely dominating him. It’s tender, soft, and I hope to God it conveys everything my words can’t. When we pull apart, I keep my hold on his face as I look into his eyes and speak. “Yes.”
