He made her do the move and it struck right on the balls.
She should focus on the game.
But all she could focus on was her back pressed against his torso and his arms around her.
"There. This is how it's done" he said still holding her
"Huh?" she looked at him in confusion.
"Are you listening to me, Mirrie??" He whispered in her ears.
"Uh yes," she mumbled, trying to wriggle out of his hold only for him to tighten it around her.
"It feels so good," he said, hugging her.
"Liam. What are you doing??" Zada whispered, as his hold on her tightened.
"The hell if I knew," he said, loosening his hold.
She got out of his hold and looked around, not quite meeting his eyes.
"So??" He started and she looked up to see him staring at her and running his hands through his hair nervously.
Nervous?? Liam Fredrick?? Is she dreaming?
"So??" She shrugged in a casual way.
"Do you? You know... Want to hang out?? You know, with me..??" He asked, struggling with his words.
