Christmas date || Miranda
Miranda snorted at âaffectionateâ but not because it was inaccurate. If anything it didnât go far enough. If he saw how Sindren greeted her every time she went home, heâd know that. A shiver crawled up her spine and her hand found a place on his thigh. âThat sounds perfect to me.â It offered them both freedom to be who they were and didnât try to restrict natural inclination. He got her. âThatâs the kind of sharing I can get behind.â
Liam smiled slightly at the snort, his eyes glimmering a little bit. He was pleased by the reaction and he smiled slightly more when her hand rested on his thigh. âIâm glad you think so.â He murmured, leaning in to nuzzle at her neck softly. âIâd do anything to make you happy at this point.â He admitted softly, nipping the side of her neck. He was trying to control himself. A little. They were sitting at a table outside a cafĂ©, after all. ââCause youâve done everything for me.â












