Loving can hurt

CHAPTER 10

After a few minutes, I feel like the car has stop. I slowly open my eyes and realize the car is in my dorm parking. He turns off the ignition and look at me but didn't say anything. Maybe I slept the whole drive back to dorm. I didn't know how to start the conversation with him. Considering his attitude, I am confused how to thank him AGAIN.

"Thanks for driving me here." I say to him but he ignores me. I feel like punching him right on his face but I know punching him is a real bad idea now, as he literally saved me from walking back in freezing rain.

"Cool." He replies after a minute and start looking back at the steering wheel.

As far as I know him I have concluded he lacks manners for a decent conversation. Without wasting any more time with him, I open the door and walk out of the car. I am hit by cold breeze. My clothes are almost dried by now.

Walking towards my room, I am feeling weakness talking over me. I am feeling a little dizzy. Somehow I reach my room and realize I have forgotten my bag in his car.

Shit.

I don't want to face that nasty-handsome again. Powerless before circumstances, I turn around as I curse myself on foolishly forgetting my bag in his car. I stop as glaring green eyes pour into mine. He is already walking towards me with my bag in his hands.

He reaches me and I grab my bag from his hand. He is standing so close to me that I can smell that amazing scent, the scent that has the ability to drive me insane. I inhale his scent and I feel like as my eyes are getting heavier.

Black...

I groan as I open my eyes, they are feeling heavy. It takes a moment to remember where I am when I wake up. I am laying in my bed with my comforter on me. I look around and saw him, sitting on Olivia's bed and the events of the evening, come and flood my mind.

My lips dry, I try to say something but it come out as a low cough. But it was enough to catch his attention.

"Hey you alright? "He asks, worry clear in his voice.

"What happened?" I ask but it feels like a mere whisper. He stands up from her bed and reaches mine.

"You blacked out and I took you in here." He tells me and now I am more worried or maybe scared for myself, I don't know. But how did he open the door?

"I actually searched your bag for your keys if this is what you are thinking." He tells me without even letting me ask him first.

"Water" my voice shaky and small. I am feeling like my body is burning. He grabs the water bottle, pour some water in the glass and cover the distance to me.

"Here" he offers me the glass. I try to grab the glass from his hand and his fingers brushes with mine.

"Let me help you" his hands didn't leave the glass and he put his other hand behind my neck while he helps me drink it.his touch is cold. He face merely inches away and that scent takes over my senses.

He places the glass on my bedside table and sits on my bed. His body is close to mine. He touches my forehead. His hands cold against my burning-skin. I try to sit up, against the headboard and once again he helps me to sit up with one hand and places a pillow behind me with the other, hovering over me.

My lips part in surprise from his cold touch on my neck. This is different, a gentle and decent side of Liam, no rude remarks. So far I like this caring and gentle side of him. He removes his hand from my neck and places it on my forehead. His fingers cold against my skin but somehow they are magically soothing.

"I think you have catch a cold." He says, with his hand still on my forehead. My thoughts are racing. His face, close enough to mine. I flick my eyes to his, my cheeks burning. I chew on my lip trying my best to control my hormones. The air around us is becoming thick and heated. I reach up before my common sense can object and presses my lips against his, catching him completely off guard.

I felt a sharp intake of breath by him. I don't know what I am doing, but I cannot stop myself. He didn't hesitate but molded his mouth against mine, which I match back. His mouth tasted like what I had imagined. My hand gripping the back of his neck. His tongue teases my lip and I open my mouth inviting it in. he wastes no time darting his tongue inside my mouth. His warm tongue dancing along mine. His hand cups my cheek and with the other he holds body up close to mine. I have been kissed before, but I have never felt this good before. The sensation has taken over every part of my body. We are taken back to reality when door opens and Olivia comes with someone. MAX?