RAIN
I haven't spoken out loud since I sat down.
I feel eyes on me and when I look up, it's Liam's mother but she quickly averts her eyes, looking down at her plate.
Liam's hand is on my thigh, kneading slowly as he talks with his father and Sarah, the woman who was here to lay claim to my man.
Having a man like Liam as my mate means having challengers every corner we turn, and in truth it should make me anxious and insecure.
Which I am, but it also makes me smug and proud, because, in every challenge, he takes it as the time to declare his commitment to me.
I feel pretty good about that.
I can't concentrate on what they are saying, as his fingers inch higher under the table. This is so wrong because his family is right next to us, his mother is secretly watching us and all I can do is pretend that I am not getting hot.
