Midnight Summer

Ten

Liam and I are preparing dinner while he is singing along to some Spanish song. The most bizarre thing is that I don't even understand a word he is singing. The way he is singing along to the lyrics and staring at me, it is like he is dedicating the song to me. It makes me feel special under his gaze and that is one thing I like about him. He makes me feel like I am so worthy more than I think. No other person has ever made me feel like that.

"Come on, dance with me." he pulls my hand making me step to him. I want to lie about not knowing how to dance but I had done it the night we met, I am not even making excuses.
Liam holds me against him, my back to his front holding me carefully and swaying me effortlessly with him as he continues to sing to the Spanish lyrics.

I feel safe and beautiful in his embrace. It is like a trigger of something in me, something that gives me hope and I give in into the moment. Feeling him against me is the best thing I could ever wish for and I don't want the moment to end. When I feel his lips against my neck, I immediately tense. He stops when he realizes the tension in my body. I didn't mean my reaction like that. I just didn't expect the feeling a touch of his lips ignited in me.

Eyes hermosa y quiero besarte

He whispers into my ears the lyrics. I don't know if it was the foreign language or his distracting voice and lips that a chill goes down my spine. Definitely it was all of them and it seems like those words were directed to me.

I turn immediately facing him.
"Do I need to know what those words mean?" I ask innocently staring into his eyes which hold an intensity to them.

"You are beautiful and I want to kiss you."

I wish I never asked with the way my heart is slamming against my ribcage. His eyes lower from mine to my lips and so do mine. The tension all over a sudden has intensified in the room and the gap between us is getting smaller and smaller. Before his lips claim mine, the oven dings and I immediately pull away. Bad timing.

He clears his throat while I run to retrieve the chicken from the oven. I take my time with it realising that I don't want to meet his eyes. That was so close. I wonder what would have happened if it wasn't for the oven. This is what I feared most, how attracted I am to Liam.

When we settle down for dinner, I am unusually quiet but so is he. I want him to say something to break the tension. It is really consuming me making me think of the worst he might be thinking right now.
"I can't believe you didn't know or recognize who I was that night." he breaks the silence thankfully.

"I had never even heard of you or less alone see you anywhere so spare me if I didn't recognize the famous Liam Clarke." I reply truthfully and sarcastically.
"You are one of a kind, aren't you?" he smiles mostly to himself.
"You don't get it all the time I guess, people not recognizing you?"
"You were the first and somehow it made me feel safe around you." he mused.

"What about now? Do you still feel safe now that I know who you are?" I ask tentatively.
"I don't know. You tell me, do I have anything to worry about?" he smirks.
"Absolutely not." I answer immediately.
"That is good then. I knew there was a reason I liked you." he probably didn't realize the meaning of his words but they managed to send a chill down my body.

"How do you even own such a big house?" I ask changing the subject. It is a stupid question with how loaded he is but I need a distraction from his smart mouth. I hate how it has its way with words.
"I bought it in the first year of the rise of my career. I thought that I had to have a place where no one knew so I could always keep sane." he replies. God knows how much his words revealed.

Liam convinces me to let him help me with the dishes though I said I could do it alone. After we have everything in place, we climb up the stairs to get to our rooms. Thankfully the house has enough rooms for both of us so that means we are not sharing a room. That would have made things more complicated than they are and as for now, I want things to be simple.

Liam stops outside my room which I have earned probably. It is the same room I woke up today. I can't open the door to get in but at the same time I don't want to look behind and meet his face, it will be tempting. I have no choice though.

"I will go take a rest now." I blurt when I turn. That is foolish of me to say goodbye guessing by the smirk on his face.
"Okay." he replies cooly but he never moves away.
I don't like where this is going. He is really testing my limits.

I turn around to open the door before I fell into temptation. Unfortunately his hand immediately covers mine on the handle halting any movement.
"Haven't you forgotten something?" He is close now. I can feel him just behind me and turning around just proves my point when I meet his stare just mere centimeters, knocking the breath out of my chest. I have forgotten how tall he is but this time he is inches taller.

"A goodnight kiss Emma." Liam smirks at my bafflement. The closeness is already killing me and no way is he asking me for a goodnight kiss, I am gone.
"It doesn't have to be on the lips if you don't want. Although I am not opposed to the idea, it is the best." he has the teasing tone behind his smolder. I hate the game he is playing with me. Just a goodnight kiss on the cheek and I will be good to go.

I step onto my toes to press my lips against his jaw an act that sends my stomach to an invasion of butterflies. Before I know what is happening, his lips claim mine as his hands circle around me caging me. I tense immediately before giving in to his coaxing lips sweet and intoxicating like I can remember.

One moment I am pulling from the kiss on the cheek and the next he is attacking his lips on mine and so far I have not pushed him away. His lips are like poison to my brain as I hold him tighter against me against the door. My emotions immediately are allover the place feeling his lips on mine and his hand playing with the skin of my belly just under the shirt which happens to be his.

"Much as my shirt looks good on you, I want to take it off this damn minute." his words intensifies the whole feeling making me angle my neck for more access.
"Liam," I moan when he kisses a sweet spot on my neck.
"Fuck," he groans kissing even harder his hands lowering to my hips to pull me close to him.

"Make me stop Emma. Please pull away because I don't have as much restraint as you. Please." he begs throatily against my jaw making me shiver. I don't want him to stop, fuck that, I want us to go as far as possible but deep down I know he is right. This is too far and we haven't even talked or sorted out anything.

It takes all the will power in me to pull away. His eyes are now a shade darker with lust and our breathing is ragged as we stare.
"I promised myself that if I saw you again, I would take it slow." he chuckles humorlessly cupping my face daintly. I lean into his touch unconsciously. I want him to never let go. I feel the disappointment when he pulls it away.

"If I stay here any minute longer, I am going to break that promise and I will never forgive myself." he tears his gaze from me.

"Just go Emma."

I don't need to be told twice before I open the door and close it behind me. I lean against it hands on my face realizing how less control I have when it comes to Liam. When I hear his steps retrieving away, I sigh and move to the bed which I fall lazily on a lot of thoughts roaming in my head.
What might have happened if we hadn't stopped? I can't stop thinking about the kiss too. After two years, things haven't really changed. His kisses still have the power to ignite so much in me I don't know I am capable of. I can still feel the blur of his lips on mine and the tingles too.

Liam just proved to me once again that he is still the best kisser I have ever met even though I have not kissed any other person. That is how hooked I am on him. I am off for doom with him and I know it. I sit back up and stare at my phone whose battery is dead now. I should ask Liam for a charger tomorrow I guess.

When I finally make it to bed after a lot of thinking and memories, I find myself drifting to a slumber once more.