My Second Chance

Chapter 23

LIAM's P.O.V.

*POV's are changing from Liam to Savannah and back again, so be sure to read carefully (:

BEWARE OF SMUT! ---I tried so forgive me if it sucks alright! There's a first time for everything.

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LIAM's P.O.V.

While Savannah is getting dressed – which I hope she is because if she doesn't, my luck is going straight to hell – I sit here waiting for her with my back against the headboard of my bed, patiently waiting.

'I AM NOT GOING TO LOSE. I AM NOT GOING TO LOSE. I AM NOT GOING TO LOSE.'  I keep telling myself but deep down inside I know I would.

I should probably just go to sleep because then if I don't see her, I won't be tempted to do anything at all. After all the times we've spent together, I've wanted to bed her so badly. I mean, she's fucking beautiful how couldn't I?

I know I've been with other girls but Savannah, she's...she's different. Some people might ask, 'what's the difference? She's just a girl. Just like every other girl you've had relations with before.' But that's just the thing. Savannah isn't just a girl. She's my girl. Scratch that – she's my woman. And the biggest difference of all between her and every other woman out there is that I love her and she loves me.

I'm so fucking relieved that I got that off my chest and I hope she is too. I've never felt this way before with any other girl so that's a plus. I wonder if she's – shit...I forgot to ask her about Elijah. But then I don't want to ruin the mood right now so perhaps tomorrow. Or another day.

Just as I'm about to pull the covers over me, the door from the bathroom opens up. The view I have of Savannah right now has literally knocked the wind out of me and I swallow trying to clear the imaginary rock that has clogged my throat.

She stands there in my white t-shirt but I can visibly see her undergarments right through it. I knew I should've given her the black one. Stupid stupid Liam. My eyes examine her and I notice that she's not wearing any pants.

I pretend cough and try to focus on the door behind her. "Um, were the pants not alright? I could give you another one." I tow myself out of bed and to the dresser to grab another one out but my legs feel so heavy like they don't want to cooperate.

Move faster man!

She stops me in my tracks by placing the palm of her hand on my chest. "Oh, they were alright but I just didn't feel like wearing them that's all." She pushes softly to sit me at the edge of the bed and stands in front of me between my legs. I rest my head on her lower stomach while pulling her to me by the back of her thighs.

Fuck this.

I raise my head and I see her biting her bottom lip again. I groan and she chuckles like she knows something I don't. "What?" she asks innocently. To hell with this, I'll lose because I want to. I pull her down so she's straddling me and I bring our lips together. Hungrily wanting to taste her, I pull back to pull my shirt off of her. "Are you...willing to lose? Because if...if you are – I'm okay with that too." She says almost a little out of breath.

"I know you are babe so yes, I'm willing to lose that bet to you..." I say with a smirk. Because now, in this moment – I know it's true. And now that we're taking what we have to the next level, I know I would lay my life down for this woman. I love her so much but knowing that she loves me in return just makes it a billion times better. "...everyday." I add.