Page 20 of Tattooed Love

“You’re just jealous! Cause I am awesome!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. I stopped short and wondered whether the front door had always been that big. Jeez, it was huge!

I had seemed to have forgotten that it was the early hours of the morning, and that I wasn’t meant to be out of the house in the first place.

“You’re a gentleman… taking me home,” I slurred, giggling at Liam.

I was hammered; no I was beyond drunk… I had reached a new level altogether - I was on the edge of passing out.

I stumbled to the front door with Liam right behind me.

I didn’t have my keys, so I did the next best thing my drunkenness told me to - I picked up the potted plant next to the door, and slammed it through the glass of the front door.

Liam laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist. I reached in and pulled the door handle, and we both fell through the front door.

I laughed loudly. Loud enough to rattle the dead.

Turning around in Liam’s arms, I slammed my lips against his.

I could feel his lips turn up into a smirk before they started moving on mine, and hard.

“I’m going to miss you Amber,” his lips continued to move with mine.

“Let’s make a memory we won’t forget then.”

“You are so hammered,” Liam stated.

I laughed again, finding my own voice amusing.

“AM NOT!” I screamed at him.

And then out of nowhere, the lights came on.

“WHAT IS GOING ON?” A familiar voice screamed from the top of the stairs.

I didn’t pull my lips away from Liam’s, and his hands began to travel down my body, resting on my lower waist. We were too high to even notice anyone else.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY SISTER!” Another voice growled from the top of the stairs.

Liam pulled away from me, and his eyes widened as they stared behind me.

I spun around, too quickly, lost my balance, and fell to the ground.

I went into another fit of giggles. Ground… that was a funny word.

“Oops!” I slurred as I tried to get a hold of myself.

I felt Liam put a firm hand around my waist and pull me back up.

“Get your hands off her!” a voice snarled.

My eyes landed on two shirtless, toned bodies at the top of the stairs.

Cole and Troy.

Were they staying the night?

Oops.

“Shut the fuck up Shields,” Liam snarled back. Then he looked down at me in confusion. I shared his confused look. Why weren’t they wearing t-shirts?

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