It's almost three a.m. I slowly exit my room, coming across the silent hall with a dim light. Breathing softly, I head a few steps towards Liam's door that's just next to mine and opposite to Sam's, and here is my destination.
It's now that I notice the magnitude of this favor I've been asked. I must face Mr. Intense so late in the midnight, and in my pajamas. I'm not sure of how I look, and I don't understand why I'm even concerned of it.Oh, really now? Apparently my subconscious seems amused by this, rolling her big brown eyes.I reach for Liam's door, tentatively, as though afraid to make a slight sound. Sighing, my courage pulled in, I knock about four times and stay still, waiting. I keep my little patience intact, but my tummy is already in a thousand knots.Just open the door, Mr. Darcy, and let's get it over with. I sigh again, unable to keep calm.A moment goes by until I hear thI'm slightly nervous about this, but my fear is far from surpassing my desire. I'm seriously craving for a piece of him. No, all of him, and it's an intense urge I've never felt before. Only Liam Darcy can do this to me, I easily conclude."Tell me, Ms. Jones, why are you always trying to provoke me?" he asks softly, seducing me with his warm breath against my skin."I'm not provoking you, Mr. Darcy," I hardly reply as I’m drenched with the mere sound of his sexy voice.He's the beginning of my end.Breathing out of order, I quickly tug Liam's T-shirt over his head and throw it away. My eyes rest on his bare upper body and that subconscious of mine goes on hiding. I'm in charge."You're looking for trouble," Liam utters, smiling devilishly, and my fingers trail the toned abs of his tight stomach. He flexes, but stays put any way, letting my suddenly incorrigible hand follow my cr
Liam lies down by my side and covers us both with the duvet. I dare not question him, for I don't want him to alter his mind. I ultimately love this gesture, my subconscious nodding in agreement."Lights off, please." Liam points at the bedside lamp."Okay." I hurry to comply, stupidly indulged into this new bliss. Okay or not, just this once I'm refusing to think of anything else but this moment.Liam holds me gently and I feel his warmth that makes me smile sheepishly. So this is what it feels like to have someone by your side, huh? What a feel!"I said to sleep, Ms. Jones," Liam urges, dissolving me from my sweet reverie."Yes, Mr. Darcy," I reply with rolled-eyes.How grumpy can he get?I don't mind, however, I just can't help but wonder about his personality at times.We stay in silence, and I can't say I'm sleepy at a
Staring myself in the mirror, my reflection kind of disgusts me. I'm suddenly feeling guilty from all the treacherous things I keep doing in the dark, behind closed door.I'm such a traitor, backstabber, and I wonder how to stop."I've made up my mind, Kira," Sam shouts enough to give me a startle. "I'm going to tell Liam everything today." Her voice echoes just behind the bathroom door, and my heart jumps a rope.Again with that? I feel more awful. She sounds pretty much excited, however, and what I see for myself in the mirror isn't what to call bliss."Really? That's good," I hardly utter the words.Sam goes on telling me about her plans for the day, and it seems like she's so determined to finally ask Liam out. I'm positive she's more than capable of doing so."Do you think he'll reject me?" she asks casually. I swallow hard, not knowing what to say. What c
I'm flabbergasted by Liam's proposition. He could just pin me by the wall and do whatever he wants . . . but painting? Was I an enemy of the state in my previous life? I just scoff, staring at him stupefied."You really want me to paint?" Like a fool I try ascertaining."Can you not?" Liam prompt. I'm sure he's challenging me considering the sight of his mocking eyes. "Tell me, Ms. Jones, can you not?" He smiles with pure provocation.Damn him!"Of course I can. How hard can it be?" I retort proudly, so sure of myself. My subconscious scowls as it's quite apparent that I know next to nothing about painting. Well, there is first time in everything.Liam smiles brightly, and looks utterly breathtaking in his blue plaid shirt and some black washed bout jeans. And I think I love his cowboy look; it has its charms.Hesitantly, Peter hands me the painting brush he’s
Liam laughs aloud, seemingly amused by the minutes. "Your ways of digging for information surely fascinates me, Ms. Jones." He glances down at me with a smiley face."I still want to hear it, and I quite appreciate the remark." I try to weaver my gaze from his by clutching the brush properly."Very well," Liam says, sighing as though he's about to disclose his most embarrassing secret. I stay attentive, my focus back on him. "I had a very hard time last night."Oh. "Why?" I urge.He releases a soft smile. "Because all I could think of was how alluring your body looked," he says gently."Um—“ I almost choke on my saliva or whatever. I think I've turned into a beetroot thinking of this little information."I wanted to fu—“ Liam pauses as I suddenly trip and almost fall from the ladder.What the heck! Thanks to Liam's quick reflexes I'm caught right on time.
"Oh, there you are," Sam's voice is laced with relief as she sees Liam emerging from the barn, I suppose. "What are you doing in there?" she asks.I hold my breath while listening attentively to their exchange."I'm working," Liam replies as smoothly as the water sliding its fall. He's something else! "Is there any problem, Samantha?" I can easily imagine the small furrow on his face."Um, nothing," Sam answers coolly. "I was surprised that neither you, nor Kira, were at home. I even tried to call you but you weren't picking."Oh boy! My heart pounds quickly at the mention of my name. I bend down and pick the brush that's no longer useful. It's smeared with dust and dry leaves."That's because I don't have my phone with me right now," Liam replies."Oh," Sam utters.Should I step out? I flounder on how the image of me and Liam, alone, in
What's wrong with him? I'm not used to hear him speaking monosyllable. "Are you okay?" I end up asking, my full attention back towards him."Oh yes," he answers fast. "I'm just a bit tired, and maybe bored.""You are bored? That's a lot to take in," I tease, and I'm glad to hear his grand laughter. "I don't believe that." I stand up, taking a pace towards the balcony while holding my towel tightly."Professor, I hope you're not taking me for some kind of Tom who always chases after Jerry," Malik remarks, and my big laughter is guaranteed."You're crazy, Malik.""I'm serious, though. I mean, I also get bored and in need of some solitude at the same time.""Well, I believe we all need that moment at some point. So, when are you coming back?" I ask, and I can feel Malik's enthusiasm back into full track."I was right! You do miss me, huh?" he teases. "I'l
Jeez, can't I sleep like a queen at least once? My frustration shoots higher as I fight the urge of drifting from oblivion when I need it the most. I'm unsure whether I'm dreaming or not when I feel someone shaking me gently. Oh, damn . . . I want to scream but I'm too lazy to even dare. For once I wish it's a dream and not reality.If I'm not dreaming then it can only be one person."Sam, please, let me sleep just one more minute." I snuggle as she continues shaking me slightly. "Ugh, I feel drowsy; can't I just sleep the whole day?"A soft and sweet chuckle fills my ears. "I know that's why I made this little serum for you," a soothing voice replies, and I wince in ascertaining manner."Um . . ." I bolt up immediately, clearing my eyes and catch the blurred features of Mrs. Eleanor's sweet smile. Oh God! "You're back!" I exclaim gleefully."Surprise!" Eleanor utters cheerfully.