Vanessa nodded sharply, her eyes burning with purpose. "Yes," she said. "Let's get to work."
Liam tilted his head slightly, frowning. "Work?" he repeated. "What work are we talking about exactly?"
Vanessa smirked and tapped a finger against her temple like he was supposed to be reading her mind. "We've got a party to attend."
"A… party?" Liam echoed, his voice deadpan.
As the word hung in the air, his mind instantly flashed back, back to the last party he went to. Loud music. Heat. Neon lights. And then… Kelly. Her smooth mocha skin, the way she pulled him, the rush of that night. They barely knew each other, and yet they had crossed every line. That memory wasn't exactly one he wanted to relive, especially not in front of Vanessa.
Vanessa narrowed her eyes at him, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Okay, what was that face just now?" she asked, stepping closer. "You looked like I just told you we're going to your own funeral."
