“Why are you looking at me like that?” He sets his knife and semi-carved dragon down. “Like what?” My teeth sink into my bottom lip and I debate rubbing against him like a cat in heat while demanding he appease this unimaginable ache. But he’s not who you really want. He’s not Xaden. “Like…” He cocks his head to the side. “Like something’s going on. You don’t look like you feel—you know—like yourself.”
LMAO is the ever flirtatious Liam getting a little scared of her lust filled gaze? I'm picture a deer in headlights hahahahahaha!
