“So, Liam, what took you so long to ask me to dance?”
“Can’t a man have any secrets?”
“Not in this town,” she chuckled.
My eyes left hers for only a moment, but it was long enough to see the entire bar staring at us. “Alright, fair enough.”
“You know, I’ve had a crush on you since you helped me off the monkey bars in second grade.”
“Third,” I corrected. “You climbed up there in that pink dress, determined to be just like the boys.”
“You remembered.”
If she only knew how much I watched her. “There’s not much I don’t remember about you, Bailey Bennett. I’ve had my eye on you since I saw those cute little hearts on your underwear.”
“Liam!” she laughed, attempting to smack my chest with the hand I was holding. “You weren’t supposed to look! You promised!”