On Dublin Street The Bonus Material - Samantha Young Page 0,35

the move to tug her into him and kiss her.

What the fuck?

Nate nearly came out of his seat with the intention of rescuing her and decking the prick when the red haze of anger cleared and he realized Liv was kissing him back. In fact letting the guy stick his tongue in her mouth.

“Nate?” Ellie said and then he heard, “Oh. Oh my. Looks like Liv found a date.” She giggled.

Nate wasn’t giggling.

Not that he ever fucking giggled. The point was this wasn’t funny and was so not funny he had to bury how not funny it was. He buried that shit deep.

“What was that?” Ellie asked Liv as she returned to them.

Liv waved off the comment, nonchalantly. “I got myself a number.” She said it like she was in the habit of asking men for their numbers. That shit he buried deep leaked a little, burning his gut. When she looked at him, he forced the burn back down again and gave her a chin lift.

Understanding he wanted her to come to him, Liv sat down next to him.

Her lip gloss had come off and he couldn’t help but wonder if she liked that guy’s kiss. Nate knew she liked it when he kissed her because her gaze got all hazy with lust. Remembering their kiss and how close he’d come to throwing off his concerns and suggesting they fuck, Nate discarded the memory. However, he couldn’t help but ask, “Enjoy yourself?

She shrugged. “I passed your little test.”

So was that all it was? Just part of his test. His test hadn’t involved sticking her tongue in a stranger’s mouth after all. “I didn’t say you had to kiss a stranger.”

“No. But I did.”

Frustrated by her non-answers, he replied, “Seems I’ve got an overachiever on my hands.”

Liv didn’t say anything. In fact she barely said a word for the rest of the night. Nate wanted to know what she was thinking. If she liked the guy at the bar enough to go on a date with him and what that would mean for their friendship.

That was it. Christ, Nate breathed a sigh of relief.

That was what was fucking with him. He hadn’t thought about what it would mean for him and Liv when she actually started seriously dating a guy. Things would change between them and the truth was he didn’t want them to change. He’d miss getting to hang out with her whenever he wanted.

Oh Jesus, he felt much better.

That made total sense.

However, it was selfish. Liv deserved to find love. He needed to put his feelings aside and still help her do that. In fact, he should be proud of her tonight. She did brilliantly.

Insisting on seeing her home safe, Nate tried to think of a way to tell her he was proud without it coming across as patronizing, but Liv beat him to conversation.

“So,” she said breezily, “It looked like you got a number too tonight.”

Aye, he still had the card in his back pocket and now that he understood what he was actually feeling toward Liv, he thought he might give it a call once he dropped Liv off at her flat. “The blonde.”

She snorted. “Is that her name?”

Liv knew he made no apology for his manwhore ways and gave her a look that reiterated that. He didn’t need his friends giving him shit about it when most of the women he slept with didn’t. “It’s the only name I need to know.”

He could tell Liv wanted to say something sarcastic but she proved time and again she was smart and bit her lip, keeping her opinion to herself. And before he knew it they were at the main entrance to her building.

“Nate?” she said his name tentatively, drawing his frown to her.

“Aye?”

She cleared her throat, obviously nervous, which annoyed and upset him because he thought by now she knew that she could say anything to him.

“When we kissed it helped.”

That fucking kiss. He held his breath waiting to see where she was taking this.

“I felt better. I felt more confident.”

Nate’s heart started to pound a little harder. “What are you trying to say, Liv?”

“Um,” she wet her lips and suddenly his gaze was transfixed by her shining mouth, “I want you… I want you to teach me how to be… good at sex.”

So focused on her lush mouth it took Nate a second to process the words that had just come out of it. Calmer than he was inside he asked, “In theory or in