The Boy Who Sneaks Through My Bedroom Window

Part 29

After finally prying myself off of Liam on Saturday morning, I literally couldn't keep the smile off my face. He was so incredible last night and it was better than I ever thought it could be. He was so sweet and patient and tender with me, taking everything slow and easy. I couldn't have asked for a more loving boyfriend.

"Come on then, lover boy, let's go," I ordered, pulling on some sweats and a tank top ready for dance practice.

He grabbed my waist and kissed the back of my neck. "OK. But please try not to shake that fine ass in my face too much, or I might have to rip those sexy sweats off of you and take you right in front of your crew," he growled, biting my neck gently.

I couldn't help but laugh at that comment. He'd never said anything like that to me before and I blushed like crazy as I slapped his shoulder. "Get out of my room, man-whore," I joked, pushing him away, laughing. He gripped my hand, tugging me along behind him, grinning happily. I couldn't help but stare at his ass as he walked in front of me up the hallway. Wow, he'd made me into a pervert too!

Dance practice was great. I seemed to finally be picking up the lift that I was having trouble with last week, so at least I didn't fall on my ass too much. By the time we finished I was tired and sweating. Liam sat there patiently watching as usual, joking around with Justin. He seemed to be smiling more than normal. I guess it was hard for him, waiting a whole week for sex, I bet he'd never done that in his life. He was probably just pleased to have finally gotten some last night after all the teasing I'd done recently.

Wait, had we only been dating a week? I laughed to myself - wow, I was a slut. I slept with a boy I'd been dating for a week; I never thought I would say that! It seemed like we'd been together forever because everything was just so easy and I'd known him for so long.

When we were finished practicing, we went to a little café and bought sandwiches, taking them over to the park to eat them. Liam sat under the shade of a tree, opening his legs for me to sit between them. Just as I was about to sit down, he stopped me. "Wait, Angel." He shrugged off his hoodie and laid it on the floor for me to sit on.

"Thanks." I smiled gratefully, sitting down and leaning back into his chest, eating my food. As usual, Liam inhaled his food and wrapped his arms around me, rocking me gently while I finished eating. I never thought I would ever have anything like this with a guy. Whenever I'd thought about dating, it had scared the hell out of me because I didn't ever want a man to touch me like that. After what my father did with all the touching, I guess I was a little scarred. All the time I'd thought I didn't ever want a boyfriend, I never realised I already had the perfect boy who was sweet and kind and kept me safe every night.

"I could stay here forever," I mumbled, closing my eyes, sighing in contentment.

He kissed the side of my head. "Not regretting sleeping with me then?" he asked.

I turned to face him, pretending to think about it. "That depends. Are you going to leave me now I've given it up?" I joked.

He smiled at me wickedly. "Hmm, I just might," he answered, kissing me gently.

I smiled against his lips. "Well maybe I should get in there first and dump your hot ass. Save myself the embarrassment," I suggested, raising my eyebrows, smirking at him.

He laughed and laid down on his back, pulling me on top of him, holding me close. "If you dump my ass I'm going to be begging you until the day I die for you to take me back," he stated, running his hand down my back.

"Begging on your knees?" I asked, laughing.

He nodded, looking at me gravely. "Yep, whatever it takes. Everywhere you go, I'll be following behind you, begging for another shot. I'll be just like an obsessive stalker," he joked, rolling so I was under him.