Three Whole Words Only Eight Letters Long (Sequel to LCDD)

Chapter 40

Adrian's POV

"Oh thank god. I never realised how much I would miss this fucking lampshade" Lizzie sighed, leaving her suitcase in the middle of the room, and I nearly fell over it when I turned around after locking the door behind us. I cursed her untidiness under my breath, before I gripped the handle and wheeled it along behind me, depositing my luggage and hers at the end of the counter in the kitchen.

     She hurried around the kitchen, making coffee for the two of us and I frowned at her. How could she have so much energy after such a long drive home? She glanced at me quickly and sent me a half-smile, which made me swallow harshly as my heart rate increased. That smile was so adorable and I just wanted to place my lips over hers. I mentally groaned at this. I'd been having these thoughts a lot more over the last few weeks and I knew it was wrong because she was with Oli- although she still loved Josh of course and that was obvious to everyone, apparently even Oli now as he always looked jealous whenever the two got close, but Lizzie would always drift back to him and make his face light up with adoration.

     I scrubbed my hands over my face as I took a seat at the counter, feeling suddenly drained. She would never look at me like that because I was just Adrian Kingsley, her roommate and dance partner and the guy she came to, to get away from everyone else. We were best friends- or at least I'd like to think we were- and it was wrong of me to think about her in anything other than a friendly way. But she made it impossible to do that, because every little thing she did made me itch to hold her and bury my face in her lovely brown waves.

"Adrian?" she asked, a smile in her voice, and I blinked to see that she was sat next to me, pushing a cup of coffee over to me. I smiled at her and took it before gulping greedily, happy for the drink because I'd needed a caffeine buzz for the past hour.

"Yeah?" I asked and she rolled her hazel eyes at me, but the smile on her face told me she was anything but annoyed.

"I asked if you were hungry" she said and I smiled before nodding.

"Yeah, what do you want me to cook?" I asked and her face turned red but she glared at me.

"I'm not that bad" she defended and I scoffed, making her blush harder. Damn woman! Why did she have to be so irresistible? I wanted to kiss her so badly now and make her blush harder because she looked so innocent when she did that- something which I wasn't used to as she'd always been confident back in Leeds, which I now understood of course. The confidence had been a mask for what she had really been feeling and the alcohol had been an escape route. I'm just glad that she'd gotten over those times because I hated seeing her so wasted and so uncaring of what happened to her when she was totally oblivious.

"I'm not!" she whined and I rolled my eyes at her before flashing my palms. I could never argue with Lizzie for long and she knew it, especially the way she batted her eyes to get me to do whatever she wanted. Of course I always did and it annoyed me slightly that she had me wrapped so tightly around her little finger.

"Sure you're not Liz" I sighed, rolling my eyes. "So what can you eat?" I asked and she frowned before grinning.

"How about chicken wraps?" she suggested and I shrugged.

"Sure. Since when did you have a thing for chicken wraps?" I asked her and she glowered, wrinkling her nose which had me scrunching my hands into fists and walking over to the cupboards to pull out the ingredients. I had to move; otherwise I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from reaching for her and pulling her to my body.

"Since Matt forced me to eat one that he made. That boy sure knows how to cook chicken though" she sighed from behind me and I laughed. That really did sound like Matt, since he was fucking OCD about chicken. If he didn't have some sort of chicken everyday he started to have withdrawal symptoms. I'd saw this the once and it really wasn't very pretty.