I kiss Liam, our tongues fighting for dominance.
Liam rubs his lengthy fingers up my belly, and I squeak.
"Liam!"
He admits defeat and allows me to take pleasure in kissing his lips.
"Hazza, your lips taste like cookies-" Liam informs me.
"Are you implying that we should get cookies?" I ask.
I rub my hands over his small belly, "We need to get cookies in this belly."
So, they---
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