Lily’s P.O.V
At twenty-three years old, I never thought I’d be playing Twister…much less with a man twenty years my senior. When Liam had brought it up, I couldn’t believe he was serious. We were just kissing, and suddenly he’s up and on his feet, putting the whiskey we’d both partaken in away and suggesting a children’s game.
I said ‘yes’ because I didn’t want him to suggest going to bed, because at this point, with how set he was on ‘taking things slow’, I was sure to be sleeping in his daughter’s room instead of his.
No matter what he suggested, no matter how he tried to skirt the overwhelming tension between us, I was losing my virginity tonight. I had decided before the double shot of whiskey that I’d forced down my throat. My old Literature Professor, Liam Pennington, was going to
