“Yeah?” He turns to Liam.
“Leave.” When Liam’s hand slips into the side of my shirt, I realize why he wants Moon gone, but I give him a knowing look.
“I want him to stay, and either way, you can at least ask him nicely.”
“I don’t think he knows what that means.”
I look over at Moon.
“He’s actually never said please or thank you, like ever.”
Liam doesn’t deny it, and I remember Rob mentioning something similar when he ordered a drink at the coffee shop.
“That’s rude.”
“Yeah.” Moon sends him a stern look but Liam isn’t looking at him. “The other day he said he would never beg for anything, not even his life.” That sounds like something he’d say but I still glance down at Liam.
“What if someone had a gun to your head?”
“I wouldn’t beg.”
“Really?”
He nods once and keeps his eyes down as he rubs his hand up and down my thigh. I let my arm drape around his neck like before and lean in a bit.
“You okay?” I whisper into his ear before I kiss his temple.
He seems… off, but he only nods and keeps his eyes on the ground.
“Are you sure?” I run a hand through his hair.
“I’m fine.” His words aren’t harsh but numb instead. After a beat, Liam glances up at me. “Want to help me with something?”
I nod eagerly, and he kisses my lips. “I need to pick out a gift for someone.”
“Oh, I'm so good with gifts! Who is it for?”
He hesitates before saying, “Someone.”
I watch him carefully before nodding with a smirk. “A surprise, I like it.”
He shakes his head at me, and I kiss the smirk on his lips.
“If this is your way of trying to figure out what I want for my birthday, I want to make it very clear that I don't accept early gifts because they're bad luck.”
“Who told you that?” He watches me suspiciously, but I wave him off.
“They just are.” I ruffle his hair as I lean my back against him. “Is the gift for a boy or girl?”
“Girl.” He returns to drawing shapes on my thighs, as I think.
“Get her a purse. You can never go wrong with a purse.” Am I biased because I love handbags? Yes, but it's true, and they make the best gifts.
“She wouldn't use it,” Liam mumbles in response and I hum in thought.
“Well, what does she like to do? Those make the best gifts.”
Liam takes a minute to think, rubbing his palm down my leg. “Puzzles.”
