Chapter: 44
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Liam's POV:
A flicker of mischief crossed his eyes, a silent challenge as if he had been waiting for me to say those words. He was enjoying this far too much, and I wasn't about to let him have the upper hand.
"However," I paused, watching the glint in his gaze sharpen, anticipation threading through his expression. I leaned in slightly before continuing, my voice dropping lower. "I want to know exactly how much shit I'm in."
For a second, his smirk faltered, and in that moment, I knew—I had him. He wasn't going to push back. Not this time.
Closing the distance between us, I captured his lips with mine, moving slow at first, teasing, testing. He was hard on me—rough, demanding—but I wasn't about to make it easy for him. My fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, creasing it as I pulled him closer. A low groan rumbled in his throat, deep and unrestrained.
So this was his weakness.
