Page 37 of Because of Liam

Chapter Twenty-Three

Liam and Loganare coming over for dinner. I’m standing behind the shades watching through the window when Skye comes into the living room.

“What are you doing?”

“Watching the window?”

“Why?”

I give her my most devilish smile. “Operation Knock Liam On His Ass has been activated.”

She looks me up and down. “Is that what you’re wearing?”

I look down at my ripped denim daisy dukes and baby blue tank top. “Too much?”

“No, not enough. Everything is hanging out.”

“That’s the point, Skye. It’s not like I’m going out dressed like this. Just hanging out at home in casual clothing like I’m not expecting anyone to show up.”

“But you do know they’re coming—wait, are you wearing a bra?”

“Yes and no,” I answer both her questions.

“My boyfriend is coming too and those boobs of yours could eclipse the sun on a bright day.”

“Logan only has eyes for you. I could parade around here naked and he wouldn’t even notice.” She looks alarmed. “But don’t worry. I won’t.”

I look out the window again. “Oh, here they come!” I run to the kitchen, open the freezer, and grab a grape ice pop and run back to the living room. I lie down on the couch, casually propping my legs on the back of it, and grab a book. Sucking on the ice pop. I smirk at Skye.

“You’re going to kill Liam.”

“That’s the idea.”

“Flip the book, it’s upside down.”

No sooner does Skye tell me that, than there’s a knock on the door. She lets them in and I wait for a few seconds until I’m sure Liam’s eyes are on me. Then I look over my shoulder at the door and let my head drop over the side of the couch so my hair is falling to the floor. My girls are popping over the edge of my tank top and I’m looking at Liam upside down. Then I suck the ice pop almost all the way down and pull it out slow, never breaking eye contact with him. I lick the top then my lips and smile. “Hi, guys.”

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