After returning from Paris, Liam becomes busy again. However, tonight, he is home. The two of us are watching a movie, our legs entwined and our heads leaning against each other. Worse, his fingers are circling against my palm, creating undeniable electricity between us.

“Ahm, Liam, are you aware of what you are doing to me?” I ask.

“Hmmm, completely aware,” he says, his eyes still on the television screen.

Annoyed, I try to pull away from his hold, but he tightens his grip on me. “How about trying some couch sex?”

“We have tried that already!”

“It won’t hurt to try again,” he says, grinning.

Instead of answering, I...