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For a moment he looks startled by my question. He blinks then shrugs. “Yes and no. Yes because our conversation kind of made me feel shitty about a lot of things.” He breaks off and shakes his head. “It’s really hard to explain.”
My eyes narrow. “Try me.”
Liam hesitates, looking reluctant to start talking. He clears his throat and takes a deep breath.
“I’ve done a lot of dumb things honestly. What I did back then– that note–that’s the least of the dumb things I’ve done.”
I wait to hear what else he has to say but he doesn’t continue. I study his serious face. This is not the usual cheerful Liam. This is a different side of him and I’m curious enough to try to get to know him better.
I smile warmly at him, my fingers inching closer to his. Why? I’ll never know. But something about the atmosphere surrounding us tonight makes me bold. Also, seeing him look and sound so vulnerable makes me want to comfort him somehow. He doesn’t seem to notice, his gaze fixed on the skyline beyond us. “What’s the worst you’ve done?” I challenge him.
His lips twitch upward briefly. “I’ve done a lot of immature things. ‘Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll’. I will spare you the details, but let’s just say I have broken hearts and left a mess in my path.” His voice is bitter, laced with self pity and regret.
I don’t feel surprised or shocked. Maybe it’s because I can already tell that Liam is a notorious playboy–our first encounter was a dead giveaway. It happens to be exactly what I expected.
“Pretty sure if I dig deeper, I could remember worse things. The Navy gave me some discipline of course, but since being discharged, and having this success with my business over the last few years, I have been thrusted back into the lifestyle in some ways.”
Liam looks at me suddenly, raising his eyebrows questioningly.
“You don’t look too shocked at my groveling.”
I shake my head slightly, taking his words literally. “Not really. I expected much worse.You have spared me the details, so that is much appreciated.” I say, with a playful grin.
“That’s the problem. I know that everyone kind of expects the worst from me. The whole Liam, the flirt tag has pretty much stuck. As much as it was fun back then, it isn’t now. I feel empty inside. I want to do better. I want to be better. Feels awkward to say it out loud, but sometimes I wonder what it would be like to fall in love with someone. You know, have someone I care about. Someone I want to be faithful to.”
I take his hand in mine, squeezing it lightly. “What’s stopping you?”
“I don’t know.” He confesses in a low voice. He sounds genuinely hurt. So much that it hurts me. “Maybe because I’m scared. Right from when I was a child, I never knew what love felt like or what it felt like to be loved. Mom died when I was still a toddler. I’m not so sure of the details but from what I gathered, she got sick a couple years after I was born. Her health had been a problem due to complications stemming from my birth. She prioritized me over her own wellness. Though my dad never said it out in the open, his actions showed that he blamed me for her death. So I pretty much had to learn to live life on my own, right from when I was a little boy.”
“I understand.” I tell him sincerely. “Ever since my dad died, it’s been me against the world. Or me and my best friend Christie against the world. My mom has been a pain in the ass, even while my dad was alive, so I think I understand how you feel.”
I’m standing in front of him now, staring into his blue eyes that seem to hold so many emotions swirling inside them. We’re barely inches apart now. I can feel the warmth radiating off his body. I watch as he fights back tears and the sight of him struggling to maintain composure makes my heart break. I want to wipe away his tears, comfort him but there’s no place for that here; we’re barely friends. However, I find myself moving closer until there is no space at all between us. My body heats up, I feel the urge to touch him, to caress his strong, handsome features. To kiss those soft lips…And I do!
I press my lips firmly against his, feeling them respond instantly. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, my hands move instinctively up to his hair, pulling his head down towards mine and deepening the kiss. I feel Liam moan into my mouth as he kisses me back. A thrill runs through my veins and spreads its tingling sensation all throughout my entire body. Liam’s hands come around to rest loosely on my waist, his thumb tracing circles on my hip. It feels good. It feels so good I want more. More and more.
But then he breaks off, eyes wide open, breathing heavily.
He pulls away just far enough to talk. “What are we doing?” He asks softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“I don’t know. But it feels right.”
He cocks a brow. “Your brother—“
“He’s not the boss of me. I make my own choices and right now, I want you.”
“Great. Let’s keep going then.”
The words barely register in my head before he presses forward, kissing me again, harder this time, deeper. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back passionately, my hands sliding along the back of his head and gripping his dark curls tightly. He groans as I deepen the kiss once more, his tongue entering my mouth, tasting me. I close my eyes briefly, letting the intoxicating taste of his kiss fill my senses, and let my other hand slide up his neck. My fingers brush his jaw softly and gently. I pull away for air, gazing lovingly into his eyes. His gaze is equally affectionate; it’s full of admiration and need.
And something more. Something I can’t identify.
Then he’s kissing me again, more urgently this time, and suddenly we’re tangled together, entangled in each others’ arms. Our bodies pressing against each other intimately. There are tongues entwined together, our mouths moving together rhythmically; hot, needy and hungry. He lets go of one of my hips so he can grab my ass, holding me to him, holding me tight. I bite my lower lip to prevent myself from moaning out loud at the feel of his hard erection pressed against my thigh.
“Liam,” I murmur his name between kisses. He answers with a groan, tightening his grip around my waist.
“You taste so good.” He murmurs between kisses, brushing his nose against mine, his breath warm against my skin. “So fucking good.”
Soon we’re fumbling with each other's clothes. My hands shake as I struggle to loosen the buttons on his shirt.
