Until There Was You

Lexi

Chapter 4

*Lexi*

'Lexi, Lexi sweetheart look at me' he says softly but i cant move, i cant bare him hurting me. I don't understand why but being here with Liam is the safest i have felt in a long while, i knew it was to good to be true.

'Lexi, please.' I want to, i really do but i can't bare to see anger contorting his beautiful face. I don't want my memory of being here, being with him to be tainted by fear. I am torn from my thoughts when two warm, soft hands touch my cheeks gently and i flinch. I cant help it, its my natural reaction when anybody touches me. I hate that it happens with him though.

It's then i realize he is on his knees at my feet and his hands haven't moved, i gulp and look up to from my feet to stare back into his stormy grey eyes and they consume me, i feel so lost. So out of my depth yet so calm.

The intensity of his gaze makes me drop mine and my eyes fall to his gorgeous full lips and i am taken off guard by feelings so strange i can't place them. My blood is rushing through my veins, my heart is pounding out of my chest yet it is not from fear, it is from need, desire for him. Every part of my being is screaming for him to kiss me. Just kiss me please.

'I promise i won't hurt you, i was just angry but not at you and i was shocked. I am truly sorry if i frightened you.' he says with such intensity still in his eyes i find this time i honestly believe him, more than i should and i can't help it. Almost like he remembers himself he moves away from me like i burn to the touch and leaves the room. I sit there frozen in time trying to get my brain to function rationally again, trying to figure out what just happened. I sit there confused until he returns with a wet cloth and a dust pan and brush.

'Do you have any white wine?' I ask and he looks up at me with a strange look on his face. 'It will prevent the staining' i explain quickly with a small smile and am pleased when he smiles back. He looks so young when he smiles, it suits him.

'Beautiful and Smart' he says with a full on smile, i try to hide my blush but fail miserably. He thinks i am beautiful, i blow out a big breath i didn't realize i was holding in an attempt to calm my fragile nerves. Why am i feeling like this? I glance at the clock on the white marble fireplace and feel my anxiety come back full force when i notice its already 1 am, only 9 hours till i have to go back to Mike. Back to being scared and alone.

'Penny for your thoughts?' his voice floats through my ears and i realize hes back with a fresh glass of wine and he has topped mine up.

'Nothing important' i shrug not wanting to burden him.

'It can't be nothing, if it has you so sad'

I smile the best i can in the hope he will drop it but he just continues to stare at me expectantly.

'I was just thinking how in 9 hours i have to go to my house, back to Mike and back to reality.' i don't say home because it hasn't been that since my mum ripped it apart, its not my home anymore it the hell i am trapped in with him.

'Your going back to him?' he spits in outrage and i pale.

'I don't have a choice.' i reply, insulted that he would think i wanted to. God i would rather be anywhere else but i have nothing or no one, plus i still remember the last time i tried to run i was out cold for at least two days i know of. The memory of the beating i got that night makes my skin crawl and i shudder.

He starts pacing the great room, his jaw tight and his whole body rigid with tension. He looks livid but deep in thought about something as he runs his hands through his hair and i cant help think how i would love to do that. Is it as soft as it looks?