Not letting her get out of bed, he held her shoulder and frowned, "Tara Summer, if Emma were a man, I would really suspect you like her!"
"What?" Tara was stunned, staring at the man's handsome face, not reacting for a moment.
Liam Yancey bent slightly, lifted the quilt off her, and then picked her up. He didn't leave immediately but looked back at her as he stood.
"You..." Tara saw the man's serious face and gradually regained her senses. She couldn't help but want to laugh, but she held it in and said, "Even if Emma isn't a man, I like her, is that not okay? Your being jealous won't help!"
She pushed his shoulder, urging him to leave quickly.
Liam stood motionless, his dark eyes narrowing slightly, a mischievous smile curling his thin lips, "Say that again? Hmm!?"
The man's "hmm" sound came out deep and magnetic, causing Tara's heart to tremble. She instinctively leaned her head back, trying to distance herself from him.
