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"Good."

His mouth closed over mine, his tongue tickling my lips. I wouldn't dream of not letting him in. It was a seductive dance that unfolded. I wished for the ability to stand and push him back on the bed. To climb onto him and straddle his hips. Ravish and dismantle him.

We laughed against each other's lips when someone knocked on my door.

"Jamal?" It was Meera.

"Busy!" I shouted.

"Liam's car is still outside."

Liam snickered, making us both giggle. "That's why I'm busy."

"Jamal, do you have a boy in your room?" Meera's voice sounded closer as though she'd stuck her mouth right at thejamb. "Make sure you use protection. Wouldn't want Liam to get pregnant."

I felt my whole face flush.

"Oh, my god, Meera! Go away!"

Her light laughter drifted away from the door.

"Sometimes, living with family has its downsides," I said.

"So … with that in mind … stop by Ethan's coffee shop and grab something for breakfast?"

"You read my mind. My family can interrogate us some other time."

I transferred back onto the bed and pulled on my jeans while Liam went into the bathroom. He had the water running. "There are spare toothbrushes in the cabinet beside the toilet."

"Thanks." The sound of cellophane then the small door banged shut. "Found them."

I pulled on my slip-on shoes, transferred back into my chair, and collected my bag I carried with me with a few supplies for when I was out. I was ready when Liam emerged.

Be still my heart.

The smile he bestowed on me would win a competition to outshine the sun itself.

"Are we going towalk and rollthere?" Liam asked, his smile ticking up into a cheeky grin.

Oh. My. God.

I erupted in laughter. "You are so fucking cheesy." I rolled toward the door, turned the handle, and used a fabric pull to open it. "Yes, we'll walk. There's no point driving that distance."

Once we were out on the sidewalk, Liam kept pace with me. To his credit, he didn't ask to push me. I decided it might be fun. "How fast do you think this chair can go?"

He caught on quickly. "Depends on who's powering it." He winked at me, leapt behind my wheelchair, and held the handles.

He leaned forward. "You ready?" he whispered next to my ear.

"Just don't dump me on my head."

"No promises. Hang on!"

And we were off, flying down the sidewalk at top speed, as fast as Liam's legs could propel us. Thank God it was a smooth sidewalk. The tiniest bump would land us in a heap.

Throwing caution to the wind, I pressed my back against the chair and flung my arms out to both sides, the wind whistling past my fingertips. Liam started howling first but I soon joined him. Like a couple of crazed lunatics—we flew down the street, howling, and screeching with laughter.

Liam only slowed when we reached a street to cross.

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