Beau was convinced he would never get up in front of a crowd like this again. Now he’s winning over hearts with his performance.
Andgood lordcan the boy perform. Listening to him play in a quiet setting is one thing, but seeing him manipulate a crowd of a hundred-some musicians with a single song is quite another.
An achy pain blooms in my chest. If Beau’s back to where he needs to be, do I have any reason to stay at Liam’s house?
Liam turns me in his arms and leans down to my ear. “What’s wrong?”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “It’s nothing.”
“Anastasia.” He nudges my chin with a knuckle, bringing my gaze to him.
I’m so fucked.
I’m so in love with both of them.
I don’t want to leave them.
I don’t want to move out.
“I should probably get my stuff from your house.”
His dark eyes shine with something indistinguishable, and my heartbeat falters.
“Or you can break your lease tomorrow and move in. Permanently.”
“Liam…”
His thumbs stroke along my jaw. “Is that what you want? You want all three of us together in my house?”
My fingers curl into his suit jacket. My brain tells me to shut down the offer. He’s just being his normal provider self. I don’t want to pressure him into an uncomfortable situation.
But then I remember Iris’s words.You need to speak up. Tell them what you want. Be brave. Make demands.
I nod frantically. “I want it. I want it so bad, Liam.”
“Then we’re picking up your boxes tomorrow.”
Liam presses his lips to mine, and we softly sway to the rest of Beau’s song in a sea of other couples. I haven’t felt this light on my feet since I can remember.
When Beau finishes performing, Liam gives me a nudge. “Go get him.”
I rush to wrap my arms around Beau. I’d hop into his arms if this dress allowed it.
“You’re incredible,” I exclaim.
Beau grins, peppering me with kisses. “Wouldn’t have gotten here without you.”
Liam joins us with ice waters from the bar, and we wander over to an empty red couch by one of the stone fire pits.
As we sit, Beau rests his head on my lap and slings a leg over Liam’s muscled thigh. I run my fingers through his shorter hair, loving the texture of the buzzed sides and back. I bend down to press my lips against his. When I lean back up, Liam takes my chin in his hand, bringing me into a soft kiss.
“Hotel room or our home tonight?” Liam asks, his other hand sliding over the bare skin exposed through the slit of my dress. Heat rushes between my legs.
“Um…I vote for hotel room…” I say, blushing.
Totally not already picturing us wrecking it.
“Want,” Beau replies eagerly. “Want so hard.”
