Chapter 60

The kiss is slow and languid and bittersweet. It seems like whenever Liam and I have a disagreement, it is always end with a kiss.  Liam slides his hands into my hair, holds my head and kisses me more firmly and then drags away slowly till our lips are merely brushing and I can feel his breath washing over my face. I glance up under my lashes at him, offer him a small smile and he attempts to return and that is good enough for me.  What a day.  Mr. Farley joins us later on, when the sky darkens and Jeremy falls asleep. Stella is beside him, propping her head on one of his legs and curled into a fetal position as she too starts to drift off. I'm surprised she is even still near Jeremy, since she usually grows frustrated by his presence, but I remember the conversation from the day before and I understand that, just like me, she was worried. Liam and I decide not to disturb their slumbering and so we sit in two that were placed in the c