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fact, not ever . . . but you do. Have amazing skin.”
    I loved the way he fumbled over his words. I loved his accent. I especially loved the way he hadn’t taken his eyes from mine.
    My heart beat loud and strong in my chest, painful but so fucking good. For so long I’d thought I’d never feel this. I knew it was out there, I was aware that it happened, but it had never happened for me , to me . Until now. Until Liam Delaney.
    “Dance with me?” He held out his hand. “Please?”
    I took it.
    He laced the fingers of his left hand through those of my right and slid his other hand across my hip, resting it on my lower back. I slid my fingers up his arm before settling my hand on his shoulder.
    “They are Aussies ya know?” he said into my ear. The sensation of his hot breath combined with the earthy smell of his aftershave caused goose bumps to erupt across my skin.
    I assumed he was referring to Savage Garden. It was their song, “I knew I loved you” that we were currently swaying to.
    “I did know,” I replied.
    “I’m sorry if I made you feel awkward or nervous earlier. With what I said. About your skin I mean.”
    I smiled and shook my head. “You didn’t, it’s fine.”
    “That dimple you have is so fucking cute—” He pressed his lips together as if to physically stop himself from talking, but the moment he opened them again, he was swearing softly. “Shit, fuck. I’m sorry. Sorry. I’ll just shut up dance.”
    I laughed. “Please don’t, you’re amazingly good for my ego.” It was his turn to smile. He had straight white teeth and his light blue eyes stood out against his tanned skin. He obviously spent a lot of time outdoors, the sun leaving his skin with a soft glow and crinkles around his eyes when he smiled, which he seemed to do often. I felt hot, too hot, and wondered if he could feel the heat of my body as I was pressed against his.
    “Yeah? You’re good with me telling you that shit?” The smile must’ve fallen from my face because his disappeared too.
    “What you’re telling me is shit?”
    “No! Oh no, no, no. What I’m telling you is so not shit. There is so much more I would like to tell you, none of which is shit . . .”
    “Go on then.”
    His smile was back, and it almost knocked the air from my lungs when it combined with his sparkling blue eyed stare.
    “Yeah? You sure you wanna hear more of my shit?”
    “Absolutely.”
    He let go of my hand, slid both of his up over my hips, waist, and ribs before lifting my bare arms and placing them around the back of his neck. He rested both of his hands on the top of my arse cheeks and pulled me into him. I looked down, already knowing the view that would greet me. With my arms raised and my chest pushed against his, my boobs were spilling over the top of my corset.
    “Fuck, you have the most fantastic rack . . . tits, boobs, I mean boobs. Shit, please don’t ever tell your brother I said that.”
    We both laughed before falling into a comfortable silence as we danced to Alicia Keys’s “If I Ain’t Got You”.
    My head rested against his chest, and as I listened to the slow steady rhythm of his heart beat, mine slowed in sync with his. My thoughts were random and drifting deliciously around in my head, my feet felt like they were floating on air, and I could not wipe the smile from my face. I felt happy, peaceful. I’d maybe even push it as far as serene. The sensation of his arms around me, his breath in my ear, combined with the music and the vodka in my system, all added to the moment. Our moment.
    The song ended, and I felt unsure of what to do. Were three dances with the same man too many?
    “You mind taking your hands of my sister’s arse and letting me cut in there please, mate.”
    It wasn’t a request from my brother. It was an order.
    “I’ll get us another drink. Come find me,” Liam whispered into my ear whilst squeezing me a little tighter before letting me go.
    “Seriously, dude?” I looked up at