"Sofia was breathing hard, her crop top rising and falling with each breath. Her lips were swollen and wet, flushed dark from kissing."
"How is that... an apology?" she asked, voice shaky. "Not to mention the first step?" Her face was flushed red, the color spreading down her neck.
Liam didn't move an inch out of her personal space. He let his hand linger on the swell of her hip, his thumb hooked just inside the waistband of her skin-tight jeans.
"That's just how I like my apologies delivered. And from the way you were moving, it felt like you were enjoying apologizing with your mouth just as much as I was."
"I wasn't," she snapped, though her denial lacked any real sting.
She looked down, unable to meet his eyes.
"Then why didn't you push me away?" Liam teased, his grin widening.
"I was just about to," she countered quickly, her voice pitching higher. "That's when you stopped."
Liam glanced upward. Above her head. Lust Bar was a solid, glowing
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