Chapter 38: Unveiling The Truth
When he ca back to , he skidded to a stop, sending an ice spray off over the side. "Is that showing off enough for you?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing
tenderly.
"Oh yeah. My man can skate alright," I confird, grinning at him.
"Mmm, say that again. I like that," he growled, in a husky sexy voice that made my insides tremble.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and pulled him in close. "My man can skate," I purred seductively, looking into his eyes. I could feel the burning passion sizzling between us. He bent his knees so we were on the sa level, held
tight and then stood back up, lifting
off my feet. He started to skate gently around the rink. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he skated around, occasionally doing small spins and changing to skate backwards. His eyes never left mine. It was the most erotic and sexy thing that had ever happened to , and my whole body was yearning for him.
"I love you so much, Angel," he whispered.
I smiled. My insides were bubbling with happiness and passion. He was driving
crazy; I wanted him and needed him. As I looked into his beautiful blue eyes, I could see all of his love for
shining through and it made my heart beat way too fast. Suddenly, it hit
like a truck, I loved him too. Maybe I’d always loved him, I wasn’t sure. He had kind of crept behind my defences and word his way into my heart, but I had always refused to look at him that way. He made
feel safe, wanted, needed and special; I didn’t ever want to let him go. I loved him like crazy, more than anything, he was the one thing I needed out of life.
I opened my mouth to tell him I loved him too, but he spoke first cutting
off. "Let’s go for dinner," he suggested, skating off the ice rink and sitting
down on the bench. He got down on his knees and took my skates off for . I just watched him as he did it, unable to keep the smile off of my face. Was this boy really mine? How did I get so lucky?
After we got our shoes back on, we drove to a little Italian restaurant that he said made the second best lasagne in the world. "Second best?" I asked, laughing.
"Yeah. Your lasagne kicks ass," he stated, holding my hand tightly as we followed the waiter to the table.
"You do know that you’ve got
now, you can stop with the complints," I teased, laughing. He grinned and shook his head, rolling his eyes like I was being stupid.
The food was good and the restaurant was really cute, it had candles on each table and was really quite romantic, he was so much fun to be around there wasn’t one awkward silence. I couldn’t help but wonder how I didn’t know anything about him before we got together. I guess it was because the only personality he ever showed
was the as**ole side, which actually, didn’t seem to be a part of his character at all.
"Liam, can I ask you sothing?" I asked, too curious not to ask.
"Sure. Whatever you want." He shrugged, taking a mouthful of his drink, watching
curiously.
"Why were you always such a jerk to ? If you’ve liked
all this ti, why were you always pushing
over when we were kids and being such an ass to ? You do know that I used to hate you, right?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, looking at him apologetically.
He laughed. "You know, there’s a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you loved
and didn’t realise," he suggested, grinning. I smiled because that was exactly what I was thinking earlier.
"No, Liam. You were a complete ass to . But most of it was an act, right? So why did you do it?" I asked, needing the answer, it was killing
because I just didn’t understand.
"Jake." He shrugged.
"Jake? I don’t get it." I gave him my best ’what the hell’ face.
He smiled sadly. "Jake really didn’t want
near you. He beat the crap out of
a couple of tis when we were kids for it. He’s really protective of you. It was just easier to keep myself away from you if you didn’t actually want to be with . I thought that if I made you want to stay away from , then I wouldn’t have to try as hard," he said, frowning.
Wait, he pretended to be an as**ole so I wouldn’t want to be with him because of Jake? Damn that boy!
"All those years, Liam, it just seems like a waste." I sighed and shook my head; if he’d have told
then maybe we could have been together for longer. "You know, I always thought you had a split personality," I told him, laughing.
He laughed too. "You did? Why?"
"Well, I always thought of you as dayti Liam, who was an asshole, jerk and a man-whore, flirt. Then there was night-ti Liam, who was adorable and sweet and caring. I’ve always liked night-ti Liam," I said honestly.
He smiled happily. "Well, the night was when I would stop trying to push you away. I decided that since Jake didn’t know about it, that I could be myself and enjoy my ti with you. Just so you know though, both of my personalities have loved you forever," he said, shrugging and grinning at .
Aww, he’s so freaking sweet! I reached out and held his hand tightly. "I wish you’d told
sooner, I really did hate you at tis," I admitted sheepishly, making him laugh.
"Yeah? Like the ti I cut your stuffed bear’s head off and threw him in the trash?" he asked, laughing. I gasped at the mory of it, I’d forgotten about that! Jake had got my bear out of the trash and put him back on my bed for
and fixed his head.
"Yeah, you jerk!" I scolded, fighting a smile.
"You know I never really did that, right? I pretended to cut his head off and I hid it up my sweater and put him back on your bed a couple of hours later," he said, still chuckling.
"No way! Jake told
he got him back for !" I laughed.
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