“Liam,” I groan, “you’re the kind of guy who forgets he has a girlfriend. And I’m the kind of girl who will get your name tattooed on my right boob within a matter of weeks.” His smile spreads. “Why the right one specifically?” And there’s that charm I love so much. He’s always just rolled with my crazy like he couldn’t get enough of it. “Because it’s a little bigger than my left one, so it’s my favorite.” He smiles even broader. “Prove it,” Hale says from behind me, and I flip him off as Liam casts a glare in his direction.
