A Crazy Lil Thing Called LOVE || L.P.

95.) Can't stop thinking about you.

"Your touch, your skin. Where do I begin?

No words can explain, The way I'm missing you..!!"

Liam's P.O.V.

"But princess, listen to me. Please!" I whined, following Alya into the room and placed the shopping bags in the corner, next to the door.

"No Liam. You do this every single time!" She huffed, flipping her hand-bag on the couch and turned around to meet my gaze.

"But it's not that big of a deal, babe!" I spoke in my defense, taking a step towards her. "For me, it is." She said, standing crossed armed and shot me a glare. Somehow, she still managed to look cute while doing that. How?

"Okay fine." I raised my hands in the air, finally, giving in. "I'm sorry, alright?" I faked a sad tone and pouted while she rolled her eyes at me.

"This ain't gonna work, sir!" She called me out on acting innocent and walked across the room, before taking a seat on the bed and got rid of her footwear.

"I got it. I'm sorry, baby." I said, taking a seat next to her and she looked at me. "I swear, I won't do it again." I passed her a tight-lipped smile and she nodded her head, lightly. "Good for you." She sounded calmer than before though.

In the next second, she winced as if she was in too much pain and closed her eyes, tightly. Arching her head downwards, she placed her right hand on the back of her neck and pressed the area.

Placing my hand over hers, I gave it a gentle squeeze. "Is it paining?" I asked in a tender voice and she nodded, pressing the palm of her hand on the nape of her neck, again.

"Come here." I pulled her towards me, gesturing her to sit on my lap and she did, with her back facing my front. "Here?" I asked, placing the tips of my fingers on the same spot where her hand was, a few seconds ago. "Yeah." She let out a sigh of relief when my fingers started massaging the lower part of her neck.

"Am I forgiven now?" I asked, continuing with the movement of my hands. "Only if you promise me you won't pay my bills again." She spoke nonchalantly and seemed to be enjoying the massage. "Aaahhh." Her body tended to relax and she pressed her upper body against my hands.

"But what is wrong in that, sweetheart?" I asked and placed a quick kiss on the naked part of her shoulder. "I don't like it. I hate it!" She remarked and threw her body backwards, resting her head on my shoulder while I wrapped my arms around her belly.

Sliding the hair off of her shoulder, I kissed there, softly. "But I love it." I spoke into her neck, my lips brushing against her skin and she giggled, pulling herself away. "It tickles." Instantly, I took the skin of her shoulder in between my teeth while she pushed me back and herself, stood up from my lap. 

"For your kind information, I'm still angry." She spoke in a stern voice which I could easily tell was a fake one. "That's what I was doing." I shrugged, casually. "Making up for my mistake." I said, standing up from my seat while she narrowed her eyes at me, shaking her head. 

"Perv!" She commented and I let out a soft chuckle. "Come back to your perv now." I said, grinning, and this time, she was the one who giggled. 

"But first promise that you won't do that again. You know I'm capable enough to pay on my own." She said, stepping away from me.