The Warmest Winter✓

Two

As soon as I march inside my bedroom I rush toward the famous balcony that instigated my little romance with Liam Darcy. My cheeks turn scarlet at the sweet memory upon seeing the next balcony of Liam's bedroom.

Damn, those were some good times despite the odds lacing them.

A soft sigh escapes my lungs, and I tug my bottom lip between my teeth. Is this happening for real? Could it be another one of my old dreams or something? No, this is definitely happening, and to prove it, my cellphone rings and it's a call from Liam.

His mere phone call makes me giddy like a high school girl, always.

"Hey, my love?" Liam responds from the other end.

"Hi," I utter softly, sitting my tired ass comfortably on the bed.

"Peter told me you're home, is it true?" Liam asks with excitement. I chuckle at his excitement. "What's funny?" He chuckles along.

"Do you think Peter is lying to you, Mr. Darcy?" I tease his patience, and soundly I get to hear his soft breath of contemplation. "Okay, I'm sitting in the same bed I slept in the last time I was here, and I'm happy to hear your sexy voice, Sire." I lie down facing the ceiling, rubbing my feet together.

"Really now, Ms. Jones?" Liam quips, sounding quite elated with the news.

"Yes, baby." I laugh again, something twisting in my stomach. I want him so badly. "But we haven't seen your mother yet." I try diverting my thoughts.

"Yes, I heard that. But she'll be back soon; I spoke to her some minutes ago," Liam tells me. "Hey, why don't you use my bedroom instead?"

I expected this much.

"I'd love to, Mr. Darcy," I answer, blushing.

"So, is it a yes?" Liam sounds hopeful.

"No, I'll use this one until you come here. I want you with me when I sleep in yours," I say in a coquettish voice that comes naturally from all the things he does to me by being far from my reach.

"Ms. Jones, what kind of games are you playing with me now?" That condescending tone of his voice returns—mildly and intoxicating—and it makes me miss him even more.

"I'm not playing any games." I laugh lightly, biting my bottom lip. "I'm just saying that I'm missing you too much and you should hurry up, Liam. When are you coming?" I don't realize I'm playing with my nipple over the fabric of my blouse until I feel it hard.

But jeez, two months is a long time, isn't it? I ponder inside and my subconscious huffs with rolling eyes.

You're just a sex monger and your hormones are getting way impatient by now! She nastily recoils.

"It depends," Liam answers coolly.

"On what?" I ask curiously, scowling.

"Only if you accept that we get married in two weeks," Liam repeats his previous request, and I roll my eyes at the sound of it.

Marrying him in two weeks? Is he serious? I can't decide so easily on this one. I mean, isn't it too short of a time to prepare for a wedding?

"Okay, come soon and we'll get married in two weeks." I smile while rolling my hair with my index finger.

"Really?" Liam sounds excited uttering this.

Of course not, baby. I just want you here fast so . . . I'm lying plainly.

"Yes, Liam, let's do it." I giggle, imagining Liam's happy face glowing like a child's. "So are you coming?" I'm undeniably desperate to see him again.

"Yes. I shall be there in four days," Liam answers.