CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
For a second, Liam stared at her, wondering if he heard her right or the wine had gotten to his brain. But the smile dancing on her pretty face was saying something else and so was the way her fingers delicately trailed over his arm, touching his exposed biceps in the most intentionally seductive way.
“You want to marry me?” he eventually questioned, breaking the silence that had ensued between them.
“I would marry you over a thousand times if you asked,” her smile deepened, “ Its time I became selfish with you. Excuse my language, but f**k everybody else and what they want for us. I want you for me and that is all that matters,”
A drunk smile broached his face as the meaning of her words sunk in his brain. Just a few minutes ago, he’d been convinced that he’d lost
