Page 33 of Puck'n Bully
I was finally able to break through his defenses in that deserted classroom last night. His little moans when I kissed him told me all I wanted to know.
My touch and kiss ignited a flame within him. He kept saying whatever was happening was wrong but his body couldn’t keep up with his lies. His reactions exposed his true feelings and I took full advantage of it.
Liam wants me too. He just needs to accept the truth.
A grin curves my lips as I go over my plans to win Liam.
I reserved a table for us at one of the best fine-dining restaurants in Knightswood. The place is cozy, has raving reviews for its food and service, and is several miles away from the university campus.
It’s not the grandest romantic gesture but it’s strategic. This far from the campus, Liam won’t be worried about being seen with a student he’s tutoring. At the same time, I’ll be able to hide from my teammates. It was perfectly fine for two guys to eat dinner at a restaurant without raising any curiosity from onlookers.
I’m planning to create a safe bubble for us.
I’ll make sure Liam’s attention stays on me and not on Physics, responsibilities, and whatever excuse he tries to hide behind. He’s going to be relaxed while I turn on my charm, teasing him and flirting with him until he gives up and takes me back to his place for the night.
I exhale, running a hand through my hair before checking my reflection in the rearview mirror. For the date, I changed out of my jeans and varsity jacket and donned a pair of dark slacks and a formal white shirt. A navy blazer completes the look, making me look sharp, clean, and confident.
Perfect, I think with a grin. Liam will eat up this look on me.
Taking my phone out, I check the time. It’s almost seven.
While my focus is on my phone’s screen, someone taps on my window. Glancing up, I see it’s Liam.
“Hi,” he says, smiling at me. “I think you promised me a date?”
A light bulb seems to flicker to life in my chest. Warmth floods me as I take in Liam’s formal attire. Dressed in a silken mauve shirt and dark trousers, he looks exceptionally handsome. His blond curls are cleanly swept back and tied at the back.
With a start, I realize he’s spent just as much effort as me to look good for our date.
“Are you coming out or what?” he says, stepping away from the car.
“Yeah,” I say, curling my fingers over the bracelet I borrowed from him. I carefully place it in my jacket pocket before climbing out of the car.
“I hope you like Italian,” I say, leading him toward the restaurant on the other side of the street.
“I love Italian,” he says with a grin.
With no one around, I casually wrap my arm around his shoulders and pull him against me. To my surprise, Liam doesn’t resist or push me away. He’s relaxed, keeping pace with me as we enter the restaurant.
A young woman welcomes us warmly and promptly guides us to our table.
A look of pleasant surprise flits through Liam’s face as he takes in the posh interiors of Amore Fabbrica. The restaurant isn’t big but they’ve worked on the ambiance, creating an intimate space with a warm, cozy atmosphere.
“This place must be expensive,” Liam whispers as we take our seats.
“Do you like it?”
He nods enthusiastically. “I love how it smells like fresh bread and spices in here.”
I relax, enjoying the soft hum of Italian music playing in the background.
Our server comes to the table and hands us each a menu. While we peruse through the dishes, another waiter brings us a basket of bread rolls and dips.
“Would like to order some wine?” I ask, looking over at Liam.
He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, Hayden,” he says with a hesitant look. “I don’t drink.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” I say quickly. “I don’t drink either.”
