Chapter 9 : The Competition

*Ava*

My bed shifts, and suddenly I don't feel as warm. I scootch over to Liam’s side, only to find him gone.

I sit up quickly and see him dressing. Feeling self-conscious, and wondering if a day and night of rocking good sex has finally gotten me out of his system, I pulled the covers up over my chest, pinning them under my arms.

Liam turns around and gives me a goofy grin, and I smile back, feeling relieved. I have nothing to worry about. He is still just as into me as I am him. “Sorry, darling. I don't mean to wake you.”

“You left me all cold,” I reply with a dramatic pout.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Liam cups my jaw and pulls me in for a kiss. “I know, sweetheart, but I was hoping you wouldn’t wake up. You looked so angelic in your sleep.”

“Not much of an angel when I’m awake, huh?” I tease.

“Not hardly,” Liam rumbles, kissing me again, this time with enough passion to make my toes curl. “No, you’re my little wildcat.”

“Right back at you, tiger,” I laugh.