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“Let’s not talk about me. It’s your birthday, let’s focus on that.”
“No!” She stood, her foot pounding on the ground like a toddler having a tantrum. “You can be really obtuse sometimes. Don’t you see she’s completely head over heels for you?”
I took the bottle to my mouth, tipping my head back, letting the liquid slide directly down my throat, wishing it would numb me and the feeling of hope growing inside me at Alison’s words.
“Liam–”
“I’m going home.” I cut her off, standing and placing a kiss on her forehead, “I’m sorry your night turned out like this. I’ll make it up to you.”
“It’s okay. Just think about what I said. Please?”
“Will you get home okay?” I said, purposely ignoring her question. “I can ask Carl to take you. Let me send him a text.”
“I’ll get home fine.” She replied, placing a hand over mine that held my phone, pushing it down. “I don’t need a chaperone. Besides, Carl is taking you, one of the other guys can take your car to your place.” She snatched my keys from the desk, “No way you’re driving after what I suppose you’ve had to drink.”
“Fine. Don’t get in trouble.” I relent, placing another kiss on her head before leaving.
Normally I’d be doing this drive back home with a sure fuck on my arm. Kicking in the door with some hot chick I found at the club clawing at my back.
Tonight the eerie silence in my apartment just made all my fucking thoughts excruciatingly louder than I could handle.
How the fuck did I get myself into this shit?
“Fuck!” I grunted in anger. I’d left my phone at Dea Tacita, meaning I couldn’t even check on her location.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Jamie, her moans filling the air as I watched her writhe beneath me, taking me like a goddess while I slammed into her again and again. And even with those images flashing in my mind, I would still settle for the opportunity to hold her against my chest while she cried over a dumb fuck like me.
I laid down on my bed only to get up again and go to the couch, which also didn’t have the desired effect, so I found myself pacing from the living room to the kitchen, breathing heavily as if I’d been running for miles. I was trying to avoid the urge that was taking over me to know where she was and with whom.
I trusted my sister and wouldn’t doubt her words, but I still needed the visual confirmation that Jamie hadn’t run for comfort into another man’s arms. Who? Fuck if I knew.
I couldn’t fucking stay here and keep wondering, so I yanked my jacket from the rack and grabbed my keys, ready for another night of sitting under her window in the solitude of my car.
No.
I had to talk to her. I had no idea what I needed to say, but there was something constricting my airways that I needed to set free. Hopefully I’ll have it figured out by the time I get to Tremont.
As soon as I closed the door behind me I looked down the hallway, and my fucking heart skipped a damn beat.
Jamie was standing right there. She had stopped in her tracks, looking at me, her eyes wide, glistening in what I could only identify as fear. Jamie stared at me for a minute, her mouth opened to speak but nothing came out before her gaze averted downwards as if her words had fallen to the ground.
She held her hands in one another, rubbing her palms together nervously. She looked up again, taking an unsure step forward as if gaining traction for her small voice to reach me.
“I’m sorry.” She said. She was anxious and shaking, but those words came out undoubtably steady. She meant it. “Can you please give me a minute?”
I carried on looking at her for a few more seconds before stepping back and opening the door to my apartment again, motioning for her to go in.
Jamie walked past me, unsteady steps as she made her way into my apartment. I couldn’t help but close my eyes, inhaling deeply and reveling in the sweet scent at her passage, but that damn image of my brother’s hands all over her didn’t leave me alone.
I closed the door behind me with a gentle click, watching her shaky figure as she scrambled her mind for the words she came here to say.
As if a tidal wave hit her, Jamie frantically started to speak, “I’m so sorry, Liam. I wasn’t expecting anything like–”
Grabbing her wrist, I pulled her towards the bathroom without saying a single word, cutting off whatever she was saying.
“Liam? What are you doing?” Her voice trembled in fear as she spoke, but I couldn’t have this conversation while she reeked of another man.
I switched the water on and pushed her into the walk-in shower, soaking her under the spray, clothes and all. Jamie’s breath hitched in her throat as the cold water hit her, her mouth falling open, gasping for air that struggled to come.
