Begin Again
For at least ten times and each time, Eden squealed like a little girl, her eyes lighting up like the sky on New Year's eve.
"Remember this tune?" he murmured as he drew her in his arms, and they began to sway gently to the music. "It's our song."
"We don't have a song!" Eden shook her head.
"Yes, we do. This is it. It's the same song that was playing at Crush the night you came on to me on the dance floor," Liam reminded her.
"I did not come on to you. I asked you to save me from humiliation," she cleared up the facts and promptly hid her face in his chest, her face as pink as the lingerie set he'll have the pleasure of taking off in just a few hours.
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