I started getting ready without still knowing what exactly to wear.

Liam had simply told me to dress comfortably.

But I had no idea what he meant by that. My version of comfortable was a hoodie and sweatpants, but I could not show up wearing that.

So I made the safe choice of wearing some high-waisted black denim jeans with a white off-the-shoulder sweater shirt.

It was definitely comfortable but also appropriate for the date.

I straightened my hair and did a simple makeup look with a bit of mascara and some clear lipgloss.

I decided just to read a book while waiting for him to get me.

He had specifically mentioned 7.

Cassian had left after a while. We had talked it over, and I can still tell there so much I didn't know, but I didn't ask any more things.

It was already 6:30, and I knew he would be arriving soon.

Though I knew while I read, I wouldn't realize time was flying right by. And that was the truth because when I check my phone, it was already 7:45.

Forty-five minutes had passed, and Liam was still not here.

Maybe he had to help his mom.

I forced myself to make up excuses in my head for all the reasons why he might have been late, but as more time passed, I was sure he was not coming.

How could I? I've been such a fool. I believed him.

No part of me doubted him, but now that he actually stood me up, I should have.

I felt the tear fall onto my cheeks as I took my makeup off and changed my clothes.

To think he had changed. I should have been smart and know he would pull a stunt like this, but once again, I was the one that came out.

I carried myself to my bed and under my blanket. I hated feeling so slugged. But right now, it felt as if it was the only thing that felt right.

I let myself cry until sleep took me over, and I fell right into a deep slumber.

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I woke up by the loud banging on my front door. I checked my phone as it read 3:08 am.

I groaned and got off my bed, and made my way downstairs. I had first thought it was my parents who had left their keys home, but I knew they usually come in the morning either way.

I opened the door to find Liam standing at my front step, wholly bloodied.

I gasped.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he was panting heavily before falling right into me.

His body crushed me, and it was a miracle I was even able to hold him without tumbling right onto the floor.

I pulled him inside and placed him on the couch.

He held the side of his waist that was bleeding so much.

"Oh my gosh, Liam! You have to go to a hospital," I told him.

"No, I don't. Just go get me your first aid kit," he said.

"We can go now. My parents are working. We won't even have to wait," I told him.

"Go get the first aid kit now!" He ordered.

I sighed and rushed to grab the first aid kit from the kitchen and handed it to him.

He took his shirt completely off, and I cursed myself when I found myself scanning his whole body. I noticed the scars on his torso, and I wonder once again where he received them from.

He opened it and tried to stitch himself up. But he struggled to see his cut, so I took it from him and did it myself.

"Ow," he cried.

"Sorry,"

I continued to stitch him up slowly. "How did this happen?" I finally asked.

"I'm not sure you want to know," he said.

"I actually want to know. I waited for you, and you didn't come,"

He let a long sigh and winced as I finished his stitch-up. "I'm sorry. I-well got caught up," he told me. I didn't meet his eyes as I placed everything back in the kit. Cleaning up the rest of the blood from his body.

But Liam grabbed hold of me. He placed his hands on both sides of my cheeks, forcing me to meet his chocolate brown eyes.

"I wanted to take you out. You have no idea how much I fucking wanted to," he said. "You would've loved everything," he mumbled quietly.

"You still didn't answer my question," I told him. And pulled myself away from his hold and got up, and went to put the kit back in the kitchen.

He pushed himself off the couch and followed me to the kitchen.

"I don't get why you even go back to that place. Can't you see you're always going to get hurt?" I said, frustrated.

"This isn't something I can leave if I wanted to," he said.

"Why not?" I asked him.

"You wouldn't understand any of it,"

I snorted.

"Listen, Storm! Don't fucking get involved in this shit. It has nothing to do with you," he took hold of my arm.

"You guys keep making that clear for sure," I rolled my eye.

I tried to move away from his hold. But his one hand moved down to my waist, and he held me firmly against him.

"I was planning so much for tonight," he whispered.

"Let me go," I told him. I could feel his bare body brush against my skin, and I knew if I continued to stay like this, I would have a hard time resisting him.

"Why? I can tell how much you like this," he teased.

"You are injured, Liam. You're going to rip your stitches,"
I told him.

"I'll be careful, I promised," he said with a wink before I felt his hot breath against my neck. And then his lips brushed against it.

He kissed along the nape of my neck, and my toes curled. The excitement rushed throughout my body, and I was struggling to stay in control.

He sucked the skin right below my ear, and a moan escaped my lips.

He grinned, looking back up at me. "You liked that, don't you," he said before kissing the same sensitive spot again.

My hands travelled to his shoulder. He pushed me against the countertop bringing my hands above my head.

I should stop this now.

I really need to.

I was still angry.

But. His touch. His lips against my skin, I didn't want him to stop.

He gave me a seductive grin before placing his lips on my own. He shoved himself further against me as his kiss deepened.

His hands made their way under my shirt, and I moaned louder. He pulled my shirt over my head and left me with just my bra on.

I kissed him harder, and his hand rested on my ass as he squeezed it lightly.

I could feel his hard erection against me, and that made me even more excited.

He lifted me, my legs wrapping against his waists and my hands tangling in his hair. He brought me to my kitchen table and placed me down.

He hovered above me, his gaze boring into my own.

"I'll stop if you want me to," he said, his face turning serious.

He was genuinely asking.

But I didn't want him to. I wanted anything but for him to stop.

I had never imagined a life where this would actually happen. I was in denial for so long, but I craved this.

I wanted this... I wanted him...

I wrapped my hands against his neck, pulling him down and whispered into his ear. "Don't..."

He looked back at me, giving me one more smirk before he began kissing me again.

My hands made their way to his waist, and he winced, breaking our kiss. I bit my lips, realizing I had touched his stitches.

"Sorry," I muttered.

"Maybe it's you that needs to be careful, Miller," he teased. I shook my head and grabbed him back down, and kissed him hard.

Each kiss felt like electricity. It was raw and intense.

Our breath deepened, our heart rate racing.

I reached for his pant buckle doing them undone. His hands reached for my bra, unhooking them instantly and revealing my milky breast to him.

I closed my eyes with my hands all of a sudden, feeling insecure as he stared at them. He took his hands away from my eyes.

"I don't want you to hide," he said.

He cupped my breast in his hand, placing a fiery kiss on each of them.

I moaned as he left many kisses on my chest and his hands moved under my pants and my panties. His hands rested right, where my most sensitive part was.

I dug my nails into his shoulder and moaned out his name when he entered me slowly. His hands depended inside me, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the pleasure he made me feel.

Each second of this made me feel like I was on cloud 9—the feeling he was making me feel it was out of this world.

I wanted more. I wanted a lot more.

I arched my back. Ready to release the pleasure he was giving me. He moved faster and moaned after moans escaped my lips, and I felt as if I was floating. Each passing moment gets too short.

He was sending electricity throughout my whole body, and I cried out his names and reaching absolute pleasure.

I was breathing heavily as he removed his hand.

"You enjoyed that," he smirked.

I could feel the blush rushing to my cheeks, feeling embarrassed straightaway.

"But watching you was the best part," he said. His smile widened.

He got off of me and stood at the end of the table.

"We should stop now," he said. My face fell, and I got off and searched for my shirt.

I knew he wanted a lot more. We both did, but his stopping all of a sudden made me question why.

He came to stand behind me; his chest pressed against my back again. He left a light soft kissed on to the end of my neck, and I immediately felt weak.

"I don't want to do anything till I prove myself to you," he said. "What I did back there was for you and only you. I don't want anything back,"

I didn't expect him to say that. Each time he says something of the sort, he surprises me.

He was selfless. He was thoughtful. He was kind.

And all of this was for me.

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