FALLING

EIGHTEEN

I watch as the sun rises, the orange glow peeking through the sheer white curtains as I lay here tangled up in Liam's arms while he sleeps soundly next to me.

Last night was by far the best sexual experience of my life. We were lucky to have the house to ourselves when we managed to Uber ourselves back here, barely being able to keep our hands off of each other, (that poor driver.)

Maybe it was the alcohol in both of our systems or the fact that all the nervousness was gone this time around but we were completely free with one another, connected together on another level sexually. I've never in my life been so consumed by a man before, every touch of his lips on my body had bolts of electricity in them. His eyes the way they would drink me in, claiming me straight down to the depths of my soul, and the way they would darken with pure enjoyment just by watching my reactions to the pleasure he gave me was enough to have me screaming his name over and over again.

I lightly trailed my fingers up his chest inching my way up to softly trace his full lips, feeling his warm breath touch my fingers as he sleeps. I'm already missing the feel of his kisses as I lay here remembering our night together and thankful I wasn't too wasted to forget it.

"You keep that up, and we will never make it out of your horrendous pink room," Liam says as he bites down softly on my finger making my eyes shoot up at him.

"It's not that bad," I say looking around my room, now realizing I do have quite a lot of pink in here.

"Oh please love, it's God awful," he says laughing as he turns to face me lightly brushing the loose hairs from my face. My eyes instantly lower as I start to realize our time together is almost over, we have one more week to finish up the filming and then back to New York I go. "What's on that pretty mind of yours?"

"Liam what happen with you and that blonde last night...you were gone for a while?" I hesitantly ask but it has been picking at the back of my mind since we left the club.

"What... why are you thinking about this now?" He rolls me on to my back as he looks deep into my eyes, "What do you think happened between us?" He says as he twirls a piece of my hair between his fingers.

"If I knew then I wouldn't be asking you," I say starting to get annoyed with the fact that he just won't answer my questions or maybe it's because I'm afraid of what he will say. "Just forget it," I say as I turn away from him.

"Hey, look at me Sam," he says as he turns my face to him, " Do you really think I fucked her and then came here and slept with you? Nothing happened between us, it was just a few kisses, mostly to make you jealous and then we just talked about...you." He hesitantly says.

"What... why were you talking about me?" I ask nervously biting my lip.

Liam rolls over to his back with a deep sigh as he rests his arm over his eyes looking to be embarrassed, "She knew... the woman I was dancing with knew I was with her just to make you jealous. She saw you watching us dancing and thought it would be fun to piss you off, she said it would make me forget."

"Forget?" I asked glancing over at Liam watching him stare up at the ceiling in thought.

"Forget about you and that... GUY!" He growls out getting restless as his hands now run through his hair and he begins to sit up. "I mean seriously Sam this is the second time you have allowed some random arsehole to put their grime hands all over you, I fuckin can't stand it!"

"Hey, I'm sorry seriously I'm not usually like this ask London, I'm much more reserved then you think." I regretfully say. "Back in Atlanta, I was being spiteful and jealous of Brigitte, I had way too many drinks as you well know. But last night I... I thought it was you until I looked up and saw you watching me." I say hoping he will believe me but worried how he will react now when I tell him who it really was. "Liam the man at the club was Conner."