The Roommate (The Camgirl Part 2)

Part XLIII: Worries

XLII: Blake, Marie, and Liam

Blake

Blake smiled to herself as she and Liam walked down Baystate between the brownstones and a few of the admin buildings. Despite the cold, she had her hand out of her pocket and in his, fingers interlaced. His hands weren't super warm, but warm enough, considering she got to touch him.

She knew Liam knew something was up. He'd been wonderful at not prying verbally, but she knew him well enough to read the thoughts behind his gaze.

Blake shivered as that sent a thrill through her. The only other person she really knew that well was Chloe. She leaned into him a bit more, glancing up in time to catch Liam smiling down at her.

They walked for a while like that.

When the grass of the BU beach appeared around a bend, Blake looked around, and satisfied that they were basically alone on the street, stopped and tugged at Liam's arm.

She gave him just enough time to look down at her and raise an eyebrow before grabbing at his jacket's collar. She rose up on her tip toes as she pulled him down into a kiss, and squeaked in surprise when he broke the kiss to grab her at the hips and lift her off her feet. Blake reflexively wrapped her legs around his waist and giggled as she pulled him back into a kiss.

I fucking love him. So much.

Blake wanted to tell him, but still wasn't sure. Before that whole dilemma could bring her down, however, Blake shoved it into the back of her head and cupped Liam's face with both hands as they made out. He tasted like orange chicken, like she imagined she did, and that only made her giggles continue as she kissed her wonderful boyfriend.

When she finally pulled back to catch her breath, Blake met Liam's eyes and smiled. He smiled back, cheeks rosy. They just stared at each other like that for a while, until she felt him start to shift his weight beneath her.

Still, she didn't hop down just yet.

"Thank you."

Liam arched an eyebrow, "For what?"

Blake shrugged, "For just...being with me. Taking a long walk in the cold, picking me up and letting me make out with you in the middle of the street."

He grinned, "I don't think you ever need to thank me for the second one."

Blake stuck her tongue out at him, then steadied herself on his shoulders so she could drop back to the street, "For picking me up, then. Makes me feel nice."

Liam grinned, and when she held out her hand, he took it and let her lead him the rest of the way to the grass. It was wet, but they were both bundled up enough for that not to matter too much. She let Liam sit down first, then grinned and sat down across his lap with one arm around his neck for support. For a while, she just cuddled up against him, thinking.

She'd had kept her promise to Chloe, despite the shitty feeling she got when doing so. She thought it might be good to have someone else to talk to about it, and Liam would find out eventually, but...

Maybe when it's less fresh? Once the opportunity to go is in the past?

Still. She didn't want him to think of her as a shitty person. She wasn't. She had a lot of reason to stay away, even now, and had every right and excuse she needed. But Liam didn't know that. If she wanted to not seem like a shitty person in his eyes, then she would have to explain. And that would make her someone to pity. That wasn't something Liam could control, no matter how wonderful he was. He controled how he acted and what he said, but not how he looked at her.