Ariana
Liam wraps a large towel around me and I step out of the bathtub. I look back at him as he throws on a towel around this waist. We have been in the bath for almost an hour, cleaning up, making up and talking mostly about nothing in specific. The water was starting to get cold when we got out and now we are heading to the bedroom.
All this time I have spent with Liam has made me realize how much I am so drawn to him. Everything single thing he died captivates me and I am always eager to do everything with him. He is such a charm. He makes me dream. He makes me a flattered dreamy girl. I never want to wake up from this dream.
I pick up our clothes and fold them neatly in the closet, except for the shirt he was wearing. I sniff it and close my eyes moaning silently at his scent. Mmm… Liam, my favourite smell in the whole world. I want to sleep in it, all around me, surrounding me protecting me making me dream of good things.
Liam catches me smelling his shirt and shakes his head, a grin spreading on his face. I can’t hide the way I am so obsessed with sleeping in his shirts especially the ones he has been in. I put it on and walk to the bed.
Liam walks around the bed and grabs his phone from the nightstand. He checks on it for a second, and his brows furrow together. Oh, god! I hope this doesn’t ruin his mood. His face suddenly turns serious. I look up at him, worried.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, in a small voice, not intending to interfere.
“It’s Grandma. She has had attack and she had been taken to the hospital right now,” he responds and then racks his fingers through his hair in frustration.
Oh…
“Is it that bad?” I ask, my heart pounding, I don’t whether for the poor old woman or for this totally worried man infront of me. Maybe it’s for both.
“Yes, she was unconscious when they brought her to the hospital,” he responds and taps his phone hastily.
“I have to make some calls. I will be right back,” he says while heading out of the room. I faintly hear him speak on the phone and then I can’t hear him anymore. I am now praying for the old lady to be okay. I don’t want anything bad to happen to her because I have grown to admire her, being a good and strong woman to raise Liam all on her own. I wish she could be okay so that Liam doesn’t have to be this worried.
Liam comes back, his mood hasn’t changed. I look eagerly at him for information. He throws his phone on the nightstand and walks to the closet. Shit! This seems worse than I thought.
“I am really sorry, Aria, but I think I have to go to the hospital now. She has been taken to the hospital near here and I have to go check on her,” he says walking into the closet.
“It’s fine with me. You should go ahead and check on her. I know she needs you right now, a lot more than I do,” I respond. Liam comes out of the closet wearing jeans and dark blue t-shirt. Under normal circumstances, I would have said “damn! You look hot in that’ but the situation is different now. He walks to the nightstand and picks up his phone. He quickly checks on it, and then at me. I only gaze up at him, not knowing what to say. He surprises me by leaning down and giving me a sweet kiss. I want more, but this is no time to be wanton. That would make me selfish because I definitely want Liam to stay right here with me, but he needs to be somewhere else .
He pulls away from the kiss and racks his hands through his hair.
“I am sorry, Aria. This is not how I planned our night to turn out but-” I cut him off by giving him another swift kiss.
“Look at me, Liam. I am fine. I will be fine here, just go and check out on your grandmother so that your heart can be at ease,” I tell him. He gives me a small smile and walks back to his closet to retrieve a coat.
“I promise to be back home as soon as I can,” he tells me. I give him a reassuring smile.
“I will be here waiting for you,” I tell him making him smile again.
He walks to the door and walks out, leaving the room gravely quiet. Oh, crap! What am supposed to do with myself without Liam here. What I know if certain that I can’t stay in bed on my own. I won’t be able to sleep knowing Liam is out there and his grandmother is badly off. I get out of the bed and walk to the closet where my overnight bag is. I open it and get out a set of panties which I put on. I get a robe from the closet and throw it on just to cover the excess skin Liam’s shirt leaves out. I check on the radio alarm and it is 8:11. It’s not too late. If Liam could take an hour or two, then he would be home early and we could resume our weekend from where we have left it.
I get out of the bedroom and walk out to the corridor, looking around like a lost sheep.
I haven’t got a chance to your the house but all I no this is a humongous mansion and I should watch where I go if I don’t want to get lost in it.
I remember Liam mentioning that the house staff keep their distance from the main wing if the house where he is. That means my chances of running into any of them is slim. I take the freedom to look around the place.
I walk downstairs and look at the living room. It’s quiet and empty. I wonder how the staff manage to make themselves invisible in the house. I guess their master made his rules clear. I walk down to the living room and then to the kitchen, looking for something to keep me busy as I wait for him. Maybe I should have asked him to take me with him. But then, we are still new to each other. I haven’t even meet his grandmother and she probably doesn’t even know that I exist. I doubt that he could have told her about me. What would he say about me? We haven’t even taken the step to establish our relationship. I don’t even know what we are doing but the truth is that I like Liam and everything we do together is magical. This attraction I have for him is so strong, I want to be with him all the time. I could say that I have grown feelings for him, but something tells me I shouldn’t rush into this. I want to take this slow and pay heed to Liza’s advice but my heart wants this, it wants this fast pace because it is more exciting. It’s the excitement I crave, and only Liam has been able to give it to me. I want this, I want him and that is all that matters.
I walk into the kitchen and wonder around the cabinets. When I open the fridge, the first thing that catches my attention is the half full bottle of wine. I guess it is the one from which Liam poured the wine we drunk earlier. It was sweet but I don’t think it is a good idea to drink when I am waiting for Liam to come back. Who knows how long he is going to take out there? Perhaps I could take some small potion to keep me company as I wait. I get the bottle after thinking of a good number of reasons as to why taking it will be a lot better than leaving it behind. I pour some in a glass and put it back in the fridge.
I walk out the kitchen with the glass in my hand and look around the lower part of the house. There is a room on the Left side of the living room, with a glass wall on one side and wooden wall on the other side from the door. The first thing that catches my attention is the shelf of files. I guess that might be his home office or study room. I don’t know when I should ask Liam to show me around.
I take about an hour roaming aimlessly in the house, until I can’t do it anymore. I walk back to the living room and sit on one of the couches. My eyes are on the door wondering when he might walk in. All this anxiety is missing him mixed with worrying about how he is feeling or how his grandmother is doing. I wonder if Hector drove him to the hospital or if he is the one that drove himself. Thinking about driving makes me even more uneasy, wondering if he could have got into any kind of danger. He could have been all worried and hasty and ended up a wrong turn… Jeez! I need to stop thinking. This is not helping at all.
I take the last sip out of the glass and place it on the table in front of the couch. I remove the robe and lay in the couch so that I can use it to cover myself.
My eyes are pinned to the door and I want to stay looking so that when he comes in, I am awake, but my eyes start dropping slowly.
I need to stay awake, I tell myself, but my eyes can’t keep open any longer.
The door clicking open wakes me up. I had fallen asleep. Liam! I quickly shoot my eyes open and find him looking down at me. He leans down and looks down at me with those tired pitiful eyes. I want to raise my hand do that I caress his face, but I am too sleepy to move an inch. His hand touches my face and rungs down to my chin.
“How is your grandmother?” I ask.
“She is fine now. The doctor said she could be discharged tomorrow morning if she is feeling better,” he resplies.
“That’s such a relief,” I mumble sleepily.
“What are you doing here? You should be in bed,” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed together.
“I was waiting for you to come home. I couldn’t sleep without you,” I respond. He shakes his head and wraps his hands around me.
“Let’s go to bed then,” he says while lifting me off the couch into his arms. I snuggle into his chest and he carries me up the stairs.
He places me on the bed and tucks me in. He is so caring and nice. I can’t help smiling at him, though I bet it looks crooked since I am so sleepy.
“Who is looking after your grandma now that you not with her in the hospital?” I inquire from him.
“Mr. Hannington is there will her. He offered to stay with her for the night,” he resplies.
“Who is he?” I ask.
“He is her neighbour. They have been neighbours for a very long time. He really cares for her. He came as soon as he heard about her,” he responds while shrugging out of the coat. He removes his shirt and walks to the bed.
“He sounds really nice,” I murmur.
“Yes, he is. He is the only man near to being my grandfather since I started living with grandma. He likes her a lot, but Grandma doesn’t want the kind of relationship with him. She prefers that they remain just the friendly neighbours they are,” he says, entering the bed.
“But he wants more?”
“Yes,” he puts an arm around me and pulls me closer into him. I rest my head in his chest and relish the warmth and security I feel when I am in his embrace.
“I hope she wakes up feeling better,” I murmur.
“Me too,” he says and kisses my forehead. No, I want more. I press my lips against his and she chuckles. Yes, this is what I want. He gives me the kiss I want and then orders me to sleep. With his command, I close my eyes and fall into a dreamy slumber.