Catching Liam (Good Girls Don't) by Sophia Bleu Page B

with an anticipatory bite of my lip.
    He held a hand up to his throat. “Here and above,” he whispered.
    “You’re no fun.”
    “Believe me, this will be fun,” he said.
    As it turned out, there is a lot more ground to cover at the neck and above than I had previously thought. With an hour of available study time, I learned that Liam was ticklish—two inches to the right of his collarbone to be precise; that having the spot behind my earlobe bit, licked, sucked, kissed, or hell, breathed on, sent my toes curling in my shoes and my legs pressing together; and that I could actually kiss a boy so long and so deeply that I forgot about wanting to have sex. The kiss with his fingers clutching my hair or his hands warm on my face was enough. And when the movie ended and the credits rolled, I didn’t want to leave our dark corner.
    I just wanted to kiss him some more.
    As the house lights came up, the woman in front of us turned to shoot us a dirty glance.
    “I hope you two enjoyed your evening,” she snapped, saddling her way through the seats toward the aisle.
    “Oh, it’s not over yet,” I called after her. “He promised to screw me six ways to Sunday.”
    The women scurried out of the theater as Liam stood and pulled me up.
    “My place?” I asked.
    “Not yet,” he said, kissing me softly. “Ice cream.”
    He grabbed my hand as we exited the theater. It was so easy and natural for him that all of my earlier paranoia seemed to vanish.
    “So you like horror movies?” he asked.
    “Not particularly,” I admitted with a laugh.
    “Then why did we see a horror movie?”
    “I didn’t think our plans including watching the movie.” I knocked my hip against his good-naturedly.
    “I did imply that.”
    “You not only implied it,” I said. “You followed through.”
    Liam caught me with his free arm and swept me into his arms, spinning me around once before depositing me onto my feet.
    It was the kind of thing that only happens in the bad romantic comedies I’d avoided so carefully when I picked the movie. Now I was living in one. Of course, those movies never had any sex in them, so we already had them beat.
    “It’s quiet tonight.” Liam urged me along, bringing me out of my thoughts and back to him.
    “Sunday is truly a day of rest around here. Everyone is still recovering from Friday and Saturday,” I said.
    “I hope Coffee & Cream is still open,” he said.
    “No coffee shop would dare to close down before midnight in this town,” I reassured him. I’d been shocked at the sheer number of coffee shops and shacks when I’d come here three years ago from California. I’d once seen two kids selling espresso shots at a makeshift coffee stand instead of lemonade. There was no way the premier—meaning closest to campus—Olympic Falls coffee shop would be closed.
    We walked through downtown Olympic Falls under the glow of street lamps. Only restaurants and coffee shops were open this late on a Sunday night, so the streets were clear of the usual bar crowd. I’d never been out when it was this quiet, and between the softly lit shopfronts and the bay glistening with moonlight in the distance, there was magic in the air.
    I stopped and lifted my eyes to the stars. “No matter where you stand in Olympic Falls, it always looks like you could reach right up and pluck one from the darkness.”
    “What would you do with it?” he asked.
    “Make a wish,” I said in a soft voice. I turned into him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pushing up on my tiptoes to kiss him. Liam’s hand cradled my head as he held me to him. Our bodies didn’t fight to get closer as we pressed our lips together. This kiss was nothing more than a wish.

chapter fourteen
     
    Coffee & Cream hummed with the energy of a dozen laptops but was fairly quiet otherwise. Sunday night was always little dead at the spots near campus. Monday and Tuesday were the most well-attended class days of the week, and people were busy catching