dirty little secret [dark l.p]

12

Emily's POV

"Liam can I ask you something?" I say, as I unlock the door to my apartment.

He nods, gesturing for me to go on.

"Well we have been on a couple dates now and you act like your my boyfriend and everything so I was ju-"

"You want to be my girlfriend don't you." He interrupts me, smirking.

"What?" I don't make eye contact with him, because what he just said was the honest truth, but I wasn't going to say that aloud.

"You know you want too." He says, and I pretend to scoff.

"Oh and what makes you think I would want to date you?" I smile at him, and he walks closer to me.

"You can't resist this." He whispers, placing a kiss on my cheek.

"But I've also been thinking about that." He says, and my heart races. Does he not want to date me? Does he not like me like that? He would kiss me and tell me he would protect me if he didn't, right?

"And I really like you." He looks shocked as he says this.

"I like you." He says, almost like he is making sure what he said is true. Suddenly he turns to me, grabbing my cheeks. He always grabs my cheeks before he kisses me, and it makes my heart race. His soft lips touch mine, and my heart races. I'm almost positive he can hear me heart beating right now.

"Why are you so nervous?" He quickly ask, before placing his lips on mine once again. I knew he could tell.

"I've never had a boyfriend before. Well at least a real one." I say, his lips inching away from mine.

"It makes me happy to know that I will be your first for everything." Liam says, making me gasp. His lips turn up into a smirk. I know what he means when he says 'first for everything'.

"You know you would like for me to be the first to have sex with you." He says. His dirty words make my body tingle.

"Answer me." He demands, gently pushing my back against the softness of the couch.

"What?" I ask, my hands finding his hair.

"Tell me you want me to be your first." He bites my lip, and I kiss his bottom lip.

"I want you to be my first." I breathe out, and he places one last kiss on my neck before getting up off the couch.

"I can't make any promises though Emily." He says, and I sit up next to him.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I'm not perfect. I won't be the most perfect boyfriend in the world. I will probably make you cry more than I should, but I can't help it. I'm not some stuck up boy who has tons of money, but I really love you Emily." He says, making me tear up. I've never seen this side of Liam before, and I already have a tear rolling down my cheek.

"Liam I don't care about money, or how perfect you are. We both like each other and I think that's all that matters." I say. He doesn't look at me, but he does look down at his white converse.

"This is why I like you so much." He says, taking me into a hug.

"I love this side of you." I blurt, not looking up at him.

"What do you mean?" He asks, his hand resting on my thigh.

"One minute you will be mad or grumpy, then you are all sweet and innocent. Like right now." I make eye contact, and his eyes furrow in confusion.