Ariana
Liam and I have finished having our lunch and the waiter is done clearing the table. I have eaten to my fill and I can’t help smiling at Liam who seems to be busy talking to the waiter. He gives the waiter his credit card and an insane tip. I purse my lips trying not to gasp loudly.
“What would you like to do now? Would you prefer that we go home directly?” he asks me.
“I thought you had everything planned out,” I tell him, feeling rather confused by his need of my opinion.
“I have everything planned out for the entire time we spend together but I want your opinion on this. I want us to do what you want,” he responds. Oh, I don’t know what to say. What would I want to do?
“I don’t mind. I like doing everything you plan out aslong as I am with you,” I reply. That’s true. All that matters to me is spending the weekend with Liam. I don’t care if we have to spend the entire time in his bed.
“Okay, since it is getting late, I think we should go home,” he says and I nod along. The waiter returns with his card and we get up from our seats. Liam holds my hand on our way out, like he did when we entered. It was strange to me at first and I felt uncomfortable when people saw him holding my hand, but now it feels right. I want people to see us.
Liam opens the door for me and I get in. When he sits on the other side, Hector drives into traffic. I wonder if he has been sitting in here waiting for us all this time. He doesn’t look bothered by the fact that we have been in there for long. In fact, his look is neutral, always. I wonder how he would look like if he laughed.
“So, how far with the ship building project?” I ask, Liam making him raise an eyebrow at me in disbelief.
“The last time you asked, I told you I am interested in your business. You never know I could steal some knowledge and build a ship company of my own,” I mumble, and he laughs.
“You want to build a ship company? You didn’t tell me you had such interest in ships,” he says, cocking his head to one side.
“Sometimes interest can be adopted. Perhaps being around you has made me grow interested in ships,” I respond with a shrug.
“I think I am having more positive influence on you than I thought,” he gives me an indulgent smile and I can’t help but roll my eyes at him.
The car pulls up infront of the house and we get out. Liam walks over and holds my hand. I am really loving this. Hector gets my bag out of the car and walks into the house. I give Liam a confused look.
“Don’t worry. He knows where to put it,” he tells me before leading me into the house.
“Welcome back, Ariana,” he says, more like an announcement to the quiet house.
“Thanks,” I respond with a shy smile.
“Can I get you anything? Wine?” he offers.
“Please.” He let’s go of my hand and tells me I can sit if I want to, but I have other things I would rather do. I walk around the living room, taking in every single details of the walls, the furniture, everything is breathtaking. I walk to the the piano and run my hands on the surface. In my head, I can imagine Liam sitting on the small bench, his eyes focused in concentration. His fingers press the keys gently and the music that comes out is calling me. He is playing for me. That’s a wild imagination, and suddenly I want to here him play the piano.
He walks towards me with two glasses of wine and a crease forms on his forehead when he sees me running my fingers on the piano.
“Can you play?” he asks, handing me a glass.
“No, but I love to listen,” I reply, this could be my chance to ask him to play for me.
“Really? Do you want me to play for you?” he asks, his lips lifting into a sexy smirk.
“Ofcourse. I have been wanting to ask you,” I reply.
“Oh, let me see what I can get you,” he says while placing his glass ontop of the piano. He carefully takes off the lid and then sits down. He presses the first key on the keyboard and then another. He gazes up at me and gives me a sultry smile. I smile back and lead against the board of the piano.
“You can sit beside me if you want,” he offers. I walk to him and he extends on the seat to make space for me. I sit beside him and watch as his fingers roam the key board, probably looking for what note to begin with.
I don’t know a lot about pianos, but I love it’s music. I don’t know what piece Liam is playing but he seems to have memorized it in his head because after a few minutes of playing, he closes his eyes and let’s his fingers do their magic.
I sit there, beside him, mesmerized by the sound he plays. I lean closer to him and place my head on his shoulder. He continues playing the piece, the sound fills the house. It is slow and hypnotizing, and melodic. Just like in my imagination, it is calling me, I am drawn to it. I want it to go on and on, filling my ears. I close my eyes and let the melody take over. At this time, there is nothing in this world but me and Liam. If Liam wasn’t playing, I would have pulled him away do we can dance. My body inches to dance with him. I wrap my hands around his arm, slowly not to disturb his playing.
He plays the last notes, but in my head the piece continues playing. I want more.
“That was so amazing! Can you play it again? Please,” I ask him.
“Sure,” he responds with a smile and then goes back to playing the piece again. This time, I him silently along the notes. Wow! He plays really well. I would love to hear him play the piano all night long but I guess that is enough for tonight. Maybe next time I will ask him to play more than one song.
“I believe you could have made a very lovable and succeful pianist if you had chosen this path of career,” I tell him when he finishes. He chuckles and then looks me in the eyes.
“I would have, and infact, I used to teach kids piano while in highschool,” he says. Liam, teaching? That sounds novel!
“That was really nice of you. I bet they preferred hearing their teacher play to learning how to play on there own,” I tell him.
“They learned how to play, actually, though they preferred hearing me play. I can be a good teacher if you want to learn,” he says. Whoa! Is he offering me a piano lesson? I would love to learn, but where on earth will I ever get a piano if my own? Liam is a very busy man, I would prefer not eating up the little time we get to spend together learning.
“Actually, I love to hear you play. I don’t think I have any interest in learning,” I tell him.
“Some interests can be adopted,” he says, using my words against me. He puts back the piano lid and gets up from the seat. He offers me his hand and I get up after him. Getting his glass of wine, he gulps the remaining down his throat. I glance at mine, It’s almost done, but I think I have had enough wine for the night. I pick up my glass and we walk out of the room toward the kitchen. He places his glass in the sink and I hand him mine. He raises an eyebrow at me.
“I want to remain sobber tonight,” I answer his unspoken question. He gets the glass and puts it in the sink too.
“Come, let’s go to bed,” he says, holding my hand again. I walk follow him as he climbs up the stairs to his room. I am so excited for this. I don’t know if it is because of the wine or the music, but I have been longing for Liam and I can’t wait to have him fully, without any restrictions. This attraction, the sexual tension between us is crazy. I would rather run crazy in it than go back to the time before I met Liam. Everything has changed. I always want him, I long to be with him. He is the one thing I look forward to seeing all day.
When he closes the door, I can feel it: the pull. I think he feels it to because his eyes are even darker with lust, the desire I think is reflected in mine. I lick my lips, wanting them to be on his. Oh, damn it! I don’t have to wish. He is right here before me, just like I have been wanting all this time. I can finally kiss him.
I approach him, in slow calculated steps. He wraps his arms around my waist, and I can’t hold it back anymore. I hold his shirt’s collar so that I can pull him closer to me. I wrap my hands around his neck and tilt my head do that my lips can find his. He seems to be holding back, and I am so desperate. Why does he have to tease and tormenting me like this.
“Kiss me, Liam. Please,” I beg, my words almost like a whisper. I hear him groan before his lips crush on mine and his mouth claims mine in a sensual powerful kiss. I moan into his mouth when his tongue meets mine, and the feeling is heavenly. Holy cow, this is so damn erotic. I have never been under such sexual tension. He pulls me closer do that I can feel his erection pressing against my belly. Oh, my! The surging pride fills me knowing that I have such effect on him like he has on me. I moan again and my hands roam into his hair, messing it up. He snakes his hand up to my neck and go my cheek. He pulls away from the kiss and looks me in the eyes. He runs his fingers on my skin, caressing and tormenting me, up my cheek to my temples. Oh, god! I want him so bad. I want him right now.