I was falling asleep, and Liam ordered me up to bed. Any other time, I would have rolled my eyes at his bossiness, but today, I was happy to listen to him. “Shouldn’t I stay up to meet your sisters?” I asked him in a low tone, worried that his family would think me rude and anti-social for being in bed by nine. “You can meet them in the morning, rabbit,” he said. “You’ve been working since six this morning. Get some rest.” “Okay,” I mumbled. I said goodnight to Liam’s parents and went to the bedroom. There, I stared at the bed for a few seconds. I was debating sleeping on the floor, then my shoulders straightened in resolution. Liam had said he wouldn’t touch me unless I wanted him to. I trusted him implicitly. Admit it, I thought to myself. You aren’t worried that he’s going to jump you. You are concerned that you are going to jump him. That night with Liam had opened the floodgates of my libido.
