Chapter 115

EMILIA

Apparently, my boyfriend has me wrapped around his finger like a damn joystick. All he has to do is press the right buttons—say the right things with those dimples that should be illegal—and I’m gone. Driving to his place when I should be working. Wearing a dress that feels more like a suggestion than an outfit.

Okay, maybe I’m being dramatic. But still.

We’re in a cab now—heading to his apartment—and for some reason, it reminds me of our horse ride in Mackinac. The way he kept glancing at me like I was the view. He’s doing the same thing now, except he’s also trying to pretend he’s listening to the cab driver ramble about the game. A fan, clearly. I’m mildly impressed Liam hasn’t ducked into a hoodie and sunglasses like he usually does.

I lean into his side without thinking, tugging at the hem of his hoodie.

He looks down instantly. Of course he does. His attention was already halfway on me—it always is. His arm curls tighter around my shoulders