A Broken Us (London Lover Series Book 1) by Amy Daws Page A

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be so mean and scary and then give me such a liquid deliciousness dream? Yes, dream must have been one of the words in
my name for the booze.
    “What are you thinking about?” Liam interrupts
my thoughts.
    “Oh, you know, really important, profound
thoughts,” I reply, sipping more of my drink as he sips his.
    “What made you decide to call?” he asks.
    “I just thought I needed to stop unpacking
already. Everybody else seems to be done unpacking. Why shouldn’t I?”
    “Good point. I fully agree. Anytime you need to
stop unpacking, you feel very free to call me,” he smiles into his mug before
taking another sip. “So, what is it that you do that allows you to drink Lemon
Daydreamer’s Delight in the middle of the day while watching skateboarder’s
impale themselves on poles?”  
    Lemon
Daydreamer’s Delight! God, that’s a great name for this drink! Why didn’t I
think of that?
    “I am currently on a leave of absence from my
job back in the States, but I’m still doing some freelance for my company while
I’m here, so I have some income coming in.”
    “What kind of freelance?” he inquires.
    “Writing stuff mostly, for advertising and marketing-type
things. It’s fun. I get to meet different people and work on different projects
all the time, but I just want to get out and discover a different world, ye
know?” I stand on the bleacher our feet were resting on and stretch.
    “You know you’re still in the same world, don’t
you?” he pushes out his lips, playfully.
    Ignoring his snide remark, I reply, “I like it
here so far. Way, way, waaaay better than back home.”
    “I like it here, too,” Liam says, looking at me
as I hop off the bleacher and sit on the lower level. I twirl myself around and
face him. His eyes lock onto my mouth.
    “You have to stop doing that!” I exclaim,
looking away from him.
    “Doing what?” he asks, smiling thoughtfully.
    “That thing you do with your eyes, where you
look at my mouth like you’re trying to decide if you should kiss me or not,” I
state, brazenly. Good Lord, I’m not holding anything back this afternoon. Thank-you-very-much, Lemon Dreamy Delish.
    “I wasn’t even aware I was doing it,” he says
as he sets his mug down next to him and uses his arms to scoot himself down to
my level.
    Facing backwards while he is facing forwards,
our mouths are dangerously close together. His eyes continue to dance between
my eyes and my mouth.
      “It
does serious things to my under-carriage,” I breathe onto his face.
    He laughs, hard. “Did you just say under-carriage ? Oh my word! That’s a
first. That’s a true and definite first,” he continues laughing hard and I look
away, not the least bit embarrassed. Lemon
Days’ Drink makes me buoyant, apparently.
    He composes himself as I continue to watch him
thoughtfully. “Well,” he says, “So far, I just love hearing what comes out of
your mouth, I guess.” He looks down and smirks. “It always seems to surprise
me,” he finishes, tucking a piece of my brown hair behind my ear.
    It tickles and I reflexively turn my face into
his hand. He takes the opportunity to stroke the backs of his fingers down my
cheek and over my lips. His eyes are locked on my mouth as my lips part
slightly and his face grows serious.
    Before I can break my trance with this
beautiful Brit’s face, he kisses me. Softly at first, then he tilts his head
and really kisses me. As he’s kissing
me, I just keep picturing his eyes looking at my mouth. I love it. It makes me
feel desired. His hands slide from my face down my shoulders and he grasps my
arms on either side. I feel the tickling of his whiskers on my mouth and smile
slightly around his kiss in response.
    When he presses his tongue into my mouth, I
taste the lemon drink and shiver at the delicious aroma. Before I lose my head
completely, I push my hands against his chest and pull back. His eyes flutter
open and waver between my eyes and my mouth. We continue