Page 71 of Something Forever
Out of his entire solar system.
So, I ignore his comment. “I love their accents,” I say, changing the subject. “Especially Maura. She’s so funny.”
“You think my accent is funny?”
“No, yours is like… posh.”
“Posh?” He crosses from the kitchen towards me, his hands on his hips. “Are you having me on?”
I suppress a smile, flattening my lips. “They all use slang. Like ‘mugged off’, ‘cracking on’, ‘geezer’. You never say stuff like that.”
“Because I’m not from Newcastle or Essex” he mutters, crossing back into the kitchen.
“Where are you from?” I ask, curious.
“London, which by the way has a lot of different accents. I moved to Brighton when I was about four and then to the States a bit later.”
Liam stays in the kitchen for a few minutes while I watch my show, not offering any more commentary. After a couple of commercial breaks, he puts the cookies in the oven and settles next to me on the couch. He’s scowling at the TV, shaking his head every few minutes.
“Can you stop? You’re ruining the viewing experience.”
He groans. “It’s so stupid. It’s clearly fake.”
I throw my hands up. “Of course it’s fake! It’s amazing.”
He chuckles and throws one of the pillows towards me, smacking me lightly in the face.
“Did you just throw a pillow at me?”
He grins. “Yeah.”
I grip the pillow tighter and smack him with it, but the tiny thing is no match for his huge body. He shrugs me off easily, yanking it out of my hands and stuffing it behind his head. “No hitting me, or you won’t get any cookies.”
I gasp, pressing my hand to my chest as if mortally offended. “You’d deprive me of cookies?”
He rolls his eyes and goes to retrieve them out of the oven as the show comes back on. As I’m cheering on Molly-Mae and Tommy in one of the challenges, he drops the plate of cookies in front of me.
“They’re hot,” he warns me. “Don’t burn your mouth.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
I reach for one of the cookies, but he smacks my hand away with a grin. Once they’re cool, he hands me one and I bite into it, closing my eyes with a moan.
“God, that’s good.”
When I open my eyes, Liam is staring at me, his burning gaze focused on my mouth. I clear my throat, glancing away from him. I have a sense of what he’s thinking about, and it’s a bad idea for us to go there right now.
He shakes his head and turns back to the TV. “Wait, so this guy’s not interested in her anymore? Didn’t he just ask her to be his girlfriend?”
“I thought you said the show was ‘stupid’”
“It is,” he grumbles. “What a prick. He’s playing a game with her!”
I laugh, shaking my head. “If you don’t like reality TV, what do you watch?”
“Not much of a TV guy, but I like Star Trek,” he replies.
“Is that the one with Spock?”