Liam always got his way. By the time he was done making me pay for dragging him through that dinner, for forcing him to behave, I was left a mess of laughter and breathless pleas.

When he finally let me collapse against his chest, still humming from the aftermath of him, I gave in. The words spilled out in the dark, tangled between kisses and whispers.

I told him about the plan. The little push I thought Sophia needed to finally take things public.

When I finished, he laughed, shaking his ...