Chapter 71

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Chapter 71

It was raining when I arrived at the Bennetts, the taxi driver looked at me as if I was a mad woman when I told him he could just leave me at the gates. 

I sprinted from the gates to the front of his door. My French braid had come loose, and I could feel the heat in my cheeks. The soft crooning of Jeff Buckley's Hallelujah and knocked gently on the door the half-opened door.

He sat on the floor, reading up against the bookcase on a makeshift stack of pillows. The light from the setting sun came through the window and made his hair look a golden-brown color. He looked relaxed wearing a brown Henley with the sleeves bunched up at his elbows and black pants, his feet were socked, and he had on the glasses, which made him look like a young college professor.

"Well, this is a mood," I said, stepping in and leaning on his doorframe.

He looked up and gave me a quizzical look.

"Hi," He said, looking up from his book, "you can come in."

I looked around. His room was so neat except for the books he had everywhere. Reading was the only time he didn't keep any order. I took off my wet shoes shoes as it seemed improper not to and stepped into the room.

I suddenly was struck with an abundance of nervousness. 

"I was just wondering if you knew when Maria was going to be back. I brought somethings she wanted me to bring for a club booth."

"You didn't text her?"

"I did, but she's in rehearsals for her drama class, and I can't get through when I call. I wondered, since Cameron was also in rehearsals, if you might know at what time it ends. I wanted to wait for Maria, but I don't want to stay if it will be too late." I could hear myself babble. I was suddenly so nervous.

He narrowed his eyes at me as if he saw right through all the bullshit I just said.

"Why are you here, Lia?" He asked calmly.

I felt my heart race, and a blush crept into my cheeks.

"I spoke to Lana. It's not Maria, but I'm pretty sure she told me everything." I blurted out.

He stared at me with an undiscernible look on his face when he looked down at his novel.

"Have you read this yet?"

"What?" I asked, confused.

He held up the book, and I walked over to better read its title, The Children's Hour.

"No, but I like that author."

"Me. Too."

I walked tentatively into his room. I had so much gusto on the way here, and now I was a nervous wreck. I looked around at his bookcases, not really knowing where to look, when one of them caught my eye.

"Is this a first edition Grapes of Wrath?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"I looked it up once, and I remember the cover," I said, and I could hear the nervousness in my voice.

"Oh," I said excitedly, suddenly spotting another book. "I wanted to read this."

"Read it then."

"I'll give it back as soon as I'm done."

"No hurry."

We looked at each other, and a moment passed us.

"Well, I'll go wait for Maria in her room," I said and held up the book, indicating what I would be doing while I waited. Coward! My brain yelled.

"Or you can stay," He said, his voice gentle.

I hesitated, and he caught it.

"I want you to stay," He said, and he pulled out a pillow he was leaning on, placing it on the floor.

I bit my lip. "Okay."

I sat down on the floor, facing him. For some reason sitting right next to him felt too dangerous. So, I put the pillow on the ground by his knees. I sat gingerly on it, and he looked at me funny.

"That seems like a really uncomfortable position to read in."

I sighed and laid down on the floor, my head on the pillow, my legs up on his bookcase.

He smiled at me, "you are so strange."

I smiled and opened his book, pretending to ignore what he just said.

Jeff Buckley's Lover You Should've Come Overcame on.

"I like this song," I said.

"Me too."

I felt him lean his head against my leg.

"What did you think about what Lana said?" He asked.

"I think she made some very valid points...that Liam is horrible," I said; I felt a lump in my throat.

He nodded and kissed the side of my leg.

I looked up from the book. I wasn't paying attention to anything I was reading anyway.

There was a fire in his eyes. They darted across my face and made butterflies dance in my chest.

I pushed myself up, placing my hand on his thigh as leverage.

"Robbie—"

He grabbed my hand on his leg and pulled me to him, then kissed my palm and brought it to hold at his chest.

"I love you. You know that, right?" He said.

I looked at him. There was an intensity in his eyes, and it made my stomach do flips.

"I'm sorry, for not believing you, for not trusting you—" I said.

He looked at me silently, waiting to see what else I would say. I brought the hand on his chest up to his cheek. He was so beautiful it made my heart hurt.

I shifted and brought one leg over his straddling him.

My forehead pressed against his. I laced my fingers behind his neck.

I kissed him gently and pulled back to look at him, my lips buzzing. His green eyes looked dark and hooded. One of his hands came up and pulled off the tie holding my braid. He placed it on the floor next to us and then wound his hand in my hair.

"You're so beautiful," he said before he brought my mouth back to his in a deeper kiss. There it was, the current that always came up between us; it buzzed through him and in me, back and forth, and it made my eyes flutter shut and my breathing quicken. His arm slipped around me and pressed me to him, and my hand grasped his hair and crushed his mouth against mine. I felt a wave of fire and my heartbeat fasts like a hummingbird's wings. I wanted him now, and I wanted him everywhere. He pulled my hips down to him and ground me against the length of him, and I moaned, and he whispered things into my ear and brought his mouth down to my neck. Hot wet kisses that spread goosebumps everywhere and felt as if they seared my skin.

"I've thought this every day," He murmured against my neck and then kissed down, down, down to the opening of my blouse, and I realized at that moment that I hated ties more than I hated tights. He chuckled and looped a finger around the knot, trying to pull it loose.

"How did you even tie this?" He asked when it didn't come off the way it usually should.

"I followed a youtube video," I murmured and let go of him to help take it off, and he pressed kisses on my forehead as I did. On my upper lip, on my jaw, on the chin. Finally, I managed to slip it over my head and threw it on the floor, giving a small huff of frustration.

"You show that tie whose boss," He joked and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I grabbed his hand with both of mine and pressed it to my cheek.

"Robbie, you know I love you, right?"

He stopped and looked at me, running his thumb across the apple of my cheek.

"I had a pretty good idea," He said. 

I leaned in to kiss him again and tugged on his shirt so he could slip it off. I ran my fingers up across the muscles on his stomach, up across his chest, and down his shoulders.

He grabbed my hands and brought them to his mouth, and kissed my knuckles. Then stopped.

"What happened to your hand?" he said, looking down at the knuckle on my left hand. I had torn the skin in between the knuckles with Liam's face.

"I punched Liam Fisher on the nose," I said sheepishly.

"You what?" He said, laughing.

"Yeah, he painted my locker."

His countenance changed quickly, "He what?" he said, anger seeping into his voice.

"It's okay." I said, kissing him, "I took care of it." I let out a chuckle. "I'm pretty sure his nose was broken."

He looked at me in deep thought for a moment and then shook his head.

"So, you punched him in the nose?" He said, laughing.

"And in kneed him in the balls."

"Lia," He said, amazed, "that's pretty impressive."

"So can I be a badass again?" I asked.

"Yes," He said, shaking his head and chuckling.

I brought my lips to him again. "Okay, can we stop talking about Liam Fisher and go back to talking about how we love each other." I asked, nuzzling his neck, "not talking is even better, but it's just a suggestion." He brought my face to him and kissed me again. This kiss was sweeter. Gentler. His hands were in my hair, and then he paused.

"What?"

"I need to close my door," he said, gently pushing me off him and walking across his room to close the door. I got up and crossed my arms in front of me, and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"No more interruptions," he shrugged, a small smile tugging his lips. 

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