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think I knew why. He was nineteen, a student at Napier University, and we’d met when I’d toured the campus the previous year. We’d kept in touch, emailing back and forth, until Liam—seemingly out of the blue—asked me out on a date. We’d messed around a little bit (and he’d given me my first orgasm), but I’d been reluctant to have sex with him. I’d filled my head with so many romance novels and movies, I was convinced that my first time would be with someone I was in love with. Although I liked Liam and I was attracted to him, I wasn’t in love with him yet. However, I think he thought because I’d turned eighteen that tonight was going to be the night. I’d assumed that was why he was trying to stay as sober as possible.
    I felt a little nervous about how I was going to dissuade him of that notion.
    Smiling up at him, I gave him a shy nod. “You may have mentioned it once or twice.”
    Liam grinned, his hands sliding down to rest on my hips. “It’s worth mentioning more than once. Every guy in here thinks I’m a lucky bugger, and they’d be right.”
    His lips touched mine and it was nice. Really nice. But since my first kiss with Pete Robertson at a Friday bowling night with friends a few months after my disastrous date with Sam, I’d never felt what all the romance books talked about. I’d kissed five guys since then, and not one of those kisses made my skin hot and my body vibrate and my stomach flutter. I was beginning to think romance novels might be leading me astray . . . .
    “Don’t mean to interrupt, but I’d like a dance with the birthday girl.”
    I immediately broke away from Liam at the sound of Adam’s voice and turned around to find him standing in front of me, giving Liam a “you have five seconds to get your hands off her before I break your face” look. It had been two and a half years since I started dating, and Adam and Braden still rejoiced in scaring the crap out of my boyfriends. Thankfully, Liam didn’t scare easily.
    He squeezed my hips. “I’ll go get you another drink. I’ll be over with Allie and the guys.”
    I nodded at him, watching him saunter away through the crowd.
    A warm hand on my wrist drew my gaze back. Adam was grinning at me as he pulled me into him. As soon as my body brushed his, I felt that familiar tingling again—the feeling centered between my legs as Adam’s arm caught me around the waist; his other hand caught my hand and laid it against his chest. I rested my other hand on his shoulder and swayed with him to the music. Being this close kind of hampered my breathing and I tried very hard not to let him see that. His fingertips brushed the bottom of my back and since I was wearing a backless dress it was a skin-to-skin touch. My body reacted to it in a way I recognized, and I ducked my head, unable to look at him.
    I’d been in Liam’s dorm room two weeks ago and we’d been making out and touching. The touching got a little more involved than I was used to, but I was curious so when he slid his hand under my skirt and pushed his fingers under my underwear to touch me, I’d almost fallen off the bed. I felt it between my legs and I felt it in my breasts. He’d settled a thumb on my clit and played me as my body slowly started to fracture until it eventually broke into this amazingly pleasurable explosion.
    Adam didn’t even need to put a hand between my legs. All he needed to do was touch me, and those familiar tingles would vibrate throughout me.
    “Enjoying your birthday?”
    I turned to gaze at him, my face close to his. I was five foot nine so usually only a couple inches shorter than Adam, but that night I was wearing four-inch heels so I was actually just little bit taller than him. He gave me a quick once-over and grinned, shaking his head as I replied, “Yeah, it’s been good.”
    “Have you opened any presents yet?”
    “No. I was going to later, but I think everyone is a bit too drunk to care. Including