He pulls my face closer, his eyes bored into mine condescendingly; but I don't fret. "The special one I've been waiting for," he whispers, and I turn into a melted cheese right away.

Damn! I want a piece of him. For the first time in my life I'm in an uncontrollable urge for the manly touch.

Liam's touch, to be more precise . . . Only him.

"Don't mislead me, Mr. Darcy," I remark. "It's easy to get confused with your promising words," I add, and he doesn't say a thing but smile.

The music is still rocking heavily. I hear 'hips don't lie' by Shakira.

Again I feel like...