All Chapters of Crushing On My Bad Boy Billionaire Best Friend : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

TateFinally, we’re through the crowds. Everyone wants a piece of these guys, there’s a lot of touching and groping going on. It’s like they’re famous. One day I guess Liam will be. It’ll be an entirely different life for him and I won’t play much part in it. That saddens it, my heart clenches and I feel like it’s just dropped to the ground. AGAIN.I feel his warm large hand holding mine and I squeeze his. He squeezes back. These moments aren’t going to last forever. I need to make the most of every second with Liam now. After the summer our lives are going to change forever. FOREVER. Shit. That is such a long word for a short word, do you know what I mean? I feel sad, I want to bawl my eyes out. I never want to let go of his hand, I can’t. I feel like I’m suffocating. I think I’m going to die.I feel strong arms around my waist and the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck as Liam pulls me so tightly into him. Oh. God. I’m dying, I can’t take it – this feeling that in a few wee

Tate It’s ten thirty by the time I get in. Liam dropped me off but I’m not tired enough to sleep yet. I write in my journal instead, laying on my stomach with my feet in the air with some of my favorite tracks playing on Spotify. At the moment I am in to Drake, Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran. As it plays, The Shape of You I imagine it’s written by Liam for me. How ridiculous is that? I mean like that could even be possible. Sometimes, I am just so pathetic that it kills me. I focus my thoughts onto my journal. When Liam sat next to me at Tobe’s, my heart was in my throat and my mouth was so dry, it’s how I imagine a desert to be. Dry and barren, starved of water. His closeness made me go all weird, like my legs felt weak and my heart was racing. I wanted to put my hand over it to stop it. I wonder if he noticed. His breath as he whispered in my ear that he is looking forward to prom night, smelt of peppermint from the gum he had been chewing. But the words, I am looking forward to prom

Tate “You want to come with us?” I ask him pulling away because I can’t stand the scorching heat that is rapidly burning over my skin. It’s too damn much standing this close to him. My body is zinging and I feel myself getting moist in my panties. Liam cocks his head to one side, “I would like to, but I think you’ll have more fun with the girls to be honest. Besides, I kind of like the idea of it being a surprise.” He’s adorable, right? Like it’s a proper date. “Are you treating it like a date?” I say. He winks. What’s the supposed to mean? “Only, we’re besties.” “Doesn’t matter. For the night we can make out it’s a date. Who knows you may enjoy it. You’ll be out with me and all the other girls are going to be spewing.” “So you’re not planning on ditching me so you can hook up with anyone else?” I bite my lower lip, he watches. Liam’s gaze is so intense and his electric blue eyes are focused on my lips. Good lord, I want to kiss him and feel his tongue circling around mine. I want

Liam If I told you I am excited to see what Tate will wear to prom, I am not lying. It’s really playing on my mind that I will be close to her, holding her in my arms and dancing with her. Maybe, it’s going to be the perfect time to let her know how I feel about her. My main concern is that I could lose her. What if she tells me that I’m being an idiot and there’s no way we can date? I think it’d kill me. My nerves are jangling, my stomach feels queasy. Shit, how did this all happen? One minute kids mucking about playing in the playground, the next I’m grown up and having a crush on her. Not only that, when I can’t control my mind I am having dirty thoughts about her. It makes me feel so damn guilty. I call Denver. “Hey what’s up? Awesome game last night, right?” He says. “Fantastic. You fancy going to shoot some hoops?” I’m currently back at my house just laying on my bed with my long legs stretched out in front of me and one hand resting behind my head. “Sure, why not. I’ll meet

Liam I am nervous as hell. It’s Prom night, not just any ordinary prom night here in Atherton. Denver and I are getting ready at mine and my stomach is in knots and I actually feel a bit sick to be honest. Me the hard man of the football field, the man of ice that nothing phases, I am actually nervous. Going with Tate is making me have palpitations. Weird, right? Considering we’ve gone to parties together, slept in the same bed together. My hands are shaky and my palms are sweating. “Are you getting dressed or just checking yourself out in that mirror?” I’m standing here in my black pressed pants, my top half is naked. “And have you even got any room left on your torso with all that ink on you already? Is that new?” Denver asks as he moves towards me looking very handsome in his tux. He is wearing the same as me, a black tux only his cumber band is bright yellow and the rose in his lapel matches. For sure, Lilly is going to be wearing a yellow dress. “It’s Latin, says Forever and