Page 47 of Falling for Love

It wasn’t a full-on kiss, more like an accidental meeting of mouths, but the spark that shot through me was instant and undeniable.

Her eyes widened, and she hopped back as her hands flew to her mouth.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”

I opened my mouth to say something, but the movement of stepping back threw us both off.

Evie shifted to one side while I tried to straighten up, but my coffee wobbled precariously, so I bent over to set it down.

She looked up at that moment, and I turned my head to adjust my grip on the cup.

And then it happened.

Again.

A second kiss.

This was like a gift from heaven.

Her lips met mine—not in the clumsy, accidental brush of an oops moment but in a way that sent a jolt of electricity through my body.

Again.

Time seemed to stop as the world narrowed to the soft press of her mouth and the warmth that spread like wildfire from that single point of contact.

She stumbled back, her hand flying to her lips.

“Oh my God. Again. I didn’t mean to—”

“Evie,” I said, my voice low, still trying to catch my breath. “Don’t apologize.”

She froze, staring at me like I’d just said the most shocking thing imaginable.

“That was so not fine. So not okay. I didn’t—”

I stepped closer, carefully setting the coffee on the table without breaking eye contact.

“That wasn’t… It wasn’t just fine. That was—” I paused, searching for the right words and settling on the only one that mattered. “—perfect.”

Her cheeks flushed a deep red, and she laughed nervously.

“Perfect? Liam, it was an accident.”

“Was it?” I asked, tilting my head slightly. “Because I’m not so sure. Twice?” I held up two fingers in a teasing gesture, and she chuckled.

She sat and shook her head, reaching for one of the coffees. “I… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Then don’t say a thing,” I said, sitting across from her. “Unless it’s to tell me you don’t feel the same way.”

She blinked, and I could see the battle in her mind. Her hands twisted together nervously, her gaze flickering between mine and the floor.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she murmured.

“Maybe not,” I said with a small smile. “But it did. And I’m not exactly complaining.”

“You’re relentless.”

“Only when it matters,” I replied. “And you, Evie? You matter.”

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