Because Of Her.

45 | Say Something.

Light...so much light travels from somewhere and hits me right on my face, hurting my eyes and burning my body up. I groan and try to hide my eyes from my forearms. The lighting stops reaching my eyelids but the area around my torso feels like its radiating heat.

The unbearable heat I have no idea where I am getting from.

My fingers move down my body to remove the blanket but instead touch with something soft. I weave my fingers through it and pull it lightly to remove whatever is on me instead hear a soft purr and something that move against my chest.

Panic courses through me when I feel like I'm not alone.

I jerk fast, trying to sit up but something weighs me down—someone. I use my elbow to lift me up and meet by the plethora of dark midnight curls, curls that I just touched thinking of it as blanket.

Erratic pounding of heart starts to knock down my ribcage when I see Liam sprawled over my chest almost down to my under bust. His one arm up towards where my head is while other with antler tattoo holding my left hip.

Oh my god!

My eyes scan the surroundings and it widens when I see where I am. I am in Liam's bedroom with him on his bed only in a black shirt that is not mine but his. What the hell?

I use my one hand to push him off me as my pounding head try to make sense of the scene it awakens me into. He lets out a groan and mumbles something, his legs untangling from mine when I force mine out from him. My naked thighs brushes his and his hold on my hip tightens as he settles himself on my navel this time.

God!

"Get up." I say, my voice parched from whatever reasons.

His eyes flutter open from my voice and he glances up at me sleepily with loose curls covering his forehead in a way that diverts my heart pounding into different direction. But as if something clicks in him, he gets up quickly off me and I am back to the person with crazy heart palpitating problem.

He shifts from me and reaches to the edge of bed, maintaining a distance but his cautious eyes trained on my expressions. I am still bent down on my elbows as if freeze from the situation I never thought I find myself into.

How am I with him, at his place, in his room, on his bed, having him over me like that?

I am completely freaking out right now and the more I look at him sitting on the edge with his boxers and shirt—I am reaching close on having a meltdown. I look at myself and check that I am naked down my torso and let out a sigh when I feel I'm wearing my underwear.

I look towards Liam again and my hands start shaking for some reasons. He must've sensed my struggle because he shakes his head and extends towards the nightstand to grab the water bottle.

"Nothing happened between us, if that's what you're wondering." He clears his throat when he replies, hint of sleep and exhaustion in his tone. He gives me bottle but I don't make any attempt to grab it.

"You must be thirsty, have a sip." He says and I try to stand up. Grabbing the bottle, I open the cap and try to hide the fact how much I am shivering in anxiety of not knowing what happened last night and how I got here.

"How come I am here?" I gather the courage and ask him after finishing up the whole bottle.

I was thirsty.

"You don't remember?" He asks and I shake my head. There's a look on his face that seems disappointed but he quickly wears that blank mask making me think I looked too much into it.