dirty little secret [dark l.p]

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Emily's POV

I ended up telling Liam I would try it on tomorrow, for him. I was going to make him wait, just to tease him a bit.

Liam walked over too me, handing me one of his black shirts.

"What-" I tried to say, but Liam cut me off.

"Wear it." He smiled softly at me.

I let my clothes fall to the ground, as I slipped on his shirt. It had the familiar smell of his leather jacket and cologne. Once the shirt was on, I felt Liam's rough hands on my waist. He closed his fingers through mine, kind brown eyes searching my own for a sign of reassurance. I smiled softly at him, as i lowered my back onto the warm mattress. The sheets were soft beneath my back, and they held a sense of security. A sense of comfort in the territory of love. The feelings I held for Liam were palpable, and stronger than anything I have ever experienced before. It all happened because of the way he looked at me, chocolate eyes dripping with adoration. It came from the way he spoke my name, so soft and tender, as he held me against his broad chest while my eyes drooped. I trusted him with my whole heart but lacked the words to express my feelings. It was almost as if I was falling in love. It certainly felt like love. I can't think of any other words to describe it. I smiled up at him, heart growing warm as he returned the overjoyed look back to me. Suddenly, there was no more hesitation inside of me. Kissing him fiercely, I was certain these feelings were real, and I unexpectedly realized, Liam stole my heart.

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Waking up next to Liam is the best feeling in the world. The space that begins on his back and ends on my back marks our bubble. The sound of his peaceful breathing fills it, warming my insides as I relish the look of his glistening skin from the sunlight peaking through the curtains. Right here is my home, in his arms. Right here is my heaven, my sanctuary, the safest place I know.

His eyes slowly open, as he smiles, and all I know comes crashing down and I am ripped open. Here is my heart, breathing and raw, for him to have and hold. The sun compares not to your own sunshine. I've never known a light warmer; a light brighter. All other lights fade into nothing when I am with him.

"Good morning beautiful." His raspy voice fills the silent room.

"Morning." I say shortly, placing a small kiss on his cheek. He groans, wanting more.

"We should probably get up. I can already hear my mother trying too cook." We both laugh at the sound of pots and pans clattering.

I slowly climb out of bed, my back aching. Liam does the same, slipping on a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie.

I also slip on some pants, but keep his shirt on for comfort.

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"Just in time!" His mother says, seeing us walk out into the kitchen.

"For what?" Liam asks.

"Breakfast silly!" She ruffles Liam's hair, and he frowns. His hands meet his hair, trying to fix it again. I laugh, walking over to the table where the plates and food is set.

"This looks amazing." I say. On the table is chocolate chip pancakes, sausage, eggs and a pitcher of orange juice.

"Thank you darling." She says sitting next to me. Liam joins us, as we pile our plates with food.

As we eat, we make small talk. Well at least Liam and his mother do. I'm too focused on the abandon building across the street. My eyes look straight out the window towards it, and I can't help but remember the paper I had gotten.

"This was good, thank you Karen." I say smiling. I take my dishes to the sink, gently rinsing them off, and putting them in the dishwasher.

"I'm going to hop in the shower real quick." I tell Liam as he comes up behind me with his dishes.

"Okay." He nods, letting me walk past him.

I find my purse, rummaging through it. I find the familiar paper, quickly taking it into the bathroom. I lock the door behind me, and sit on the cold surface of the toilet.

I unfold the corners of the paper to read:

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EMILY ANNABELLE SMITH

HEIGHT: 5 foot 5 1/2

WEIGHT: 123

EYE COLOR: BROWN

HAIR COLOR: BROWN

AGE: 19

BORN: Detroit, Michigan USA

CURRENT: Chicago, Illinois USA

STREET: Malvard drive, Bay View Apartments, #650

FEARS:

**PROJECT STILL IN PROCESS**

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I gasped, clenching the paper in my cold hands.

The sad thing about this is that everything on this paper is true. Everything single detail. How could they have had found this out?

I then notice that the fear section is blank. I think, unable to figure out why they haven't found that out.

Hard knocks filled the silence room.

"Emily?" A soft girl voice came from outside the door.