"It's called being lyrically brilliant, Trouble," Liam offered with a grin while she hopped onto the bed. Moving towards her, he flopped down next to her, before rolling over to rest both hands on either side of her head as he held himself above her. Staring down into her eyes, turning up his brow.
"I'm always eager to make out with you. Are you saying I'm not make out material? You're hurting me..."