Best friend

You always knew there was something inexplicably magnetic about Liam Hartwood. It wasn't just his height, his quiet confidence, or the slightly raspy quality of his voice. He had that rare combination of cockiness and control that took your breath away.

Today he was dressed in white as always, his hair slightly disheveled, his shirt casually rolled up over his forearms. But your gaze caught on one detail.

• Do you have a piercing? - You tilted your head to the side, looking at his bottom lip, - Why without an earring?

He chuckled and shrugged.

• Just like that. An old mistake, haven't worn anything for a long time.

You came closer.

• What if I ask?

“Then I’ll put it on,” he answered calmly.

A couple of minutes later you were already holding a small ring in your hands. He allowed you to insert it.

• Is there a metallic taste? Does it not squeak against your teeth when you eat or kiss? - you asked, looking with interest at the updated appearance.

• I haven't kissed myself. But now I'm interested myself. Will you tell me?

He leaned towards you and his lips touched yours.