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I faintly remember Liam carrying me to his car and driving away. I also remember complaining and saying I didn't want to go anywhere with him, but I was too tired to put up a fight, so after a while, I gave up and leaned against the window.

"How come you just left your Red's party?" I say, feeling the cold window against my warm cheek.

"She is not mine. And you are drunk." He says, and I snort.

"How did you come to my rescue twice anyway, prince charming?" I sound more condescending than I mean to, but I can't help it. Liam's eyes quickly dart to me and then back to the road.

"Were you like following me around? Keeping an eye on me?" I mock, and his grip tightens on the steering wheel, but he remains quiet.

I laugh and gasp at the same time.

"You were, weren't you?"

"What if I was?" He turns around to look at me for a brief second. "You were drinking and putting yourself in compromising situations. I saw the way those guys looked at you." He grits his teeth, and my smile slowly fades.

"That sounds fucking pathetic. What if I liked the way they looked at me?" I know I'm just pushing his buttons now, but something in me wants to see him lose it.

"Don't!" He says curtly. "I know what you're doing."

I turn my head back around and stare out the window. Then I start humming tunelessly, closing my eyes.

***

I jolt awake when arms warp around me.

"It's okay, we're home."

I sigh with relief when I hear Liam's soothing voice. I must have fallen asleep. I shrug out of his hold, pushing his hands away.

"It's fine. I can walk."

I take a step and sway, but he immediately grabs my arm to steady me.

"I said, I'm fine!" I snap, swatting his hand away.

He sighs, letting me go. I head for the door walking a few steps ahead of him. I realize I never actually gave him his keys back, not that I brought it with me tonight. I stand at the door and wait for him to unlock it.

"Do you want coffee? It'll help." He says once we step inside, and I shake my head.

"I just want to go to bed."

He nods.

"You can sleep in my room. I'll take the guest bed."

I don't know why, but I feel a pang of disappointment.

"Will you walk me to your room?" I ask.

He frowns but nods, leading the way. I smile mischievously when he opens the door for me.

"Thanks," I say, glancing back at him innocently.

He stands awkwardly at the door, giving me a puzzled look.

"Aren't you going to give me a shirt to sleep in?" I ask, walking to the bed and sitting down.

I raise a brow at him when he stares at me with uncertainty. He doesn't know what angle I'm playing at.

The corners of my mouth lift with a shadow of a smile. Liam looks out of his element, unsure. The power-dynamic shift is strange but exciting. He looks at me cautiously as he walks over to the drawer and grabs a T-shirt and boxer shorts. He hands it to me, and I shake my head.

"I want that one." I point to the T-shirt he is wearing. "And I don't need the boxer."

His eyes darken, and my body tingles.

He takes his T-shirt off, and he hands it to me. My eyes run over his defined chest and toned muscles. I place the T-shirt on the bed and stand up.

I unbutton my jeans, and he watches me like a hawk as I step out of it. I proceed to remove my T-shirt, keeping my eyes on him. I finally stand in my underwear and bra. His eyes travel up and down my body, shamelessly drinking me in. I send my hands back to unclasp my bra, letting the lacy material slowly slide off my arms.

Liam's eyes widen, and his jaw drops as he stares at my bare boobs, chest visibly rising and falling.

My heart starts pounding painfully in my chest when I look down and see the bulge that's tenting his jeans. It's strangely thrilling to know I can do this to him without a single touch. He isn't so immune to my body, after all.

I grab the T-shirt he gave me, and I slowly pull it over my head, feeling it glide over my overly sensitive skin.

Liam's eyes meet mine, laced with desire and longing. He takes a step towards me and stops, a mournful look crossing his eyes. He doesn't know if he is allowed to touch me. The excitement mixed with the alcohol is giving me a boost of confidence. I run a finger up my thigh lifting the T-shirt up until my black lace panties are exposed and his eyes land there.

"Are you just going to stand there?" I ask, my eyes dropping to his wickedly curved lips.

"You make me wanna do so many dirty things to you." He says, and a shiver runs down my spine.

"Then, do them."

The moment the words leave my mouth he takes a long stride and crushes his lips against mine. When our lips touch, I moan into his mouth. He shoves his fingers roughly through my hair, and he kisses me with abandon. His hunger and aggression both surprise and thrill me. He slips his tongue inside my mouth, easily dominating the kiss. After a week of being denied of his touch, this is absolute bliss.

He explores every inch of my mouth as if it's the first time he's kissing me, his tongue driving me wild with every skillful stroke. My knees start to feel weak, so I cling onto him for dear life. The kiss goes from wild and desperate to slow and passionate as he kisses me tenderly, taking my breath away.

Liam's hands slowly glide down my back, and he grabs my ass, kneading. I moan and whimper at the same time, and I feel him smile into the kiss. Butterflies erupt in my stomach, my body tingling everywhere. This is what I've been missing. This fire!

"You feel so good." He whispers and trails open-mouthed kisses down my jaw to my neck, and I sigh, my eyes fluttering shut.

He connects our lips again while circling a thumb over my T-shirt clad nipple, and I moan into his mouth. Our kiss becomes urgent once again, our hands frantically roaming over each other's body. His hands are on my back, holding my neck, in my hair, everywhere. I am on a Liam induced high, and at this point, I'm beyond ready to go all the way.

I grab him through his jeans, and a muffled groan escapes him, his chest vibrating. I push him on the bed and climb on top of him. I know I wouldn't have been this bold if it wasn't for the alcohol, but it feels good to be the one in control.

Liam's eyes are glassy with desire as he looks up at me. I slowly and deliberately run my tongue down his jaw to his neck and bite the skin there, sucking lightly. I feel a shudder pass through his body, and his erection strains against me. I kiss my way up again and hold his lower lip between my teeth as I roll my hips against him. He groans, and the sound is so raw it makes my toes curl. I repeat the movement, and Liam's fingers grip my hips with bruising force. His mouth is parted with pleasure, hair messy, eyes closed. Shit! He is so sexy.

I send my hands down and fumble with his belt. His eyes snap open, and he puts his hands over mine, uncertainty written all over his beautiful features.

"Please. I want this." I say.

His eyes search mine for a second, and then he shifts, rolling out from under me.

I reach for him, my body aching at the loss of his touch. But he gets off the bed, creating as much space between us as possible.

"Liam?" I frown.

"Please, we can't." He says breathlessly.

My eyes flicker down to find that he is still fully hard.

"Why not?" I look him dead in the eye.

I am more angry and frustrated than hurt right now.

"You want me to turn around so you can pretend it's Red?"

His mouth hangs open, but he quickly recovers.

"You have no idea what you're talking about!" He says, and I laugh. But it doesn't sound like my laugh. It's like I'm outside of my body watching this unfold.

"If you don't want me, then get the hell out!" I hear myself say.

"You're drunk. We'll talk tomorrow." He says.

"Why did you even bring me here? I should have stayed with Louis. I'm sure he would have loved to fu..."

"Don't!" Liam's voice is loud and harsh. It slices through the night and rings in my ears. "Don't you dare finish that sentence!"

I shove my fingers in my hair, grabbing a handful. I can't imagine what I must look like right now. Drunk, sloppy, desperate. God! I'm the definition of a hot mess.

"I miss you," I whisper, my head hanging down. "Do you even care?"

I hear him walk over and kneel in front of me, but I don't look up. He grabs my hands, willing me to look at him.

"Do I even care?" He repeats my question like he can't believe I even asked. His beautiful Hazel eyes pour into mine. "Jess, You have no idea how much I miss you. I miss you so much it fucking hurts. The past few days have been hell."

My heart stutters. I wasn't expecting that answer. I stare at him, trying to figure out if he's just playing with me. He sighs when he sees my apprehension.

"I know I have given you every reason to doubt me. I can't ask you to forgive what I did." His expression feels with shame. "But I do miss you, and I do care. I wish I could take it all back, Jess."

"Why did you do it?" I ask. "How could you kiss her in front of me like that?" My voice cracks at the end, and I hate myself for it.

Liam's eyes are sad as he looks at me.

"Because for the first time in my life something good happened to me and I didn't know how to deal with it. I know this doesn't make any sense. You made me so happy. I thought I knew how things were supposed to be before you. I was okay with a dull, meaningless existence. But you— you made me question everything, Jess. I didn't know I could feel like this. But I know you're too good for me. So I told myself I was doing it for you. As fucked up as it sounds now, it made sense to me at the time. What can I say? I'm an idiot."

It's hard for my slow drunken brain to process his words, so I stare at him blankly for a few seconds, dumbfounded. He thinks I'm too good for him? I would laugh if I wasn't so confused.

"I hate that I did that to you. I wish I could take it back. You have no idea how much I regret it. I hate myself." The sorrowful look in his eyes makes my heart tremble with desolation. But I scold myself.

"I called you the other night, and a girl picked up. A drunk girl, actually." I say, laughing at the irony.

Liam frowns, and then a light bulb goes off.

"Lola." He says. "That's not what you think. I just dropped my phone, and she had it for some time."

Lola. I'm sure she is lovely but I hate her already.

"You really expect me to believe that?"

"It's true. You can ask Ryan. He is the one who dragged me there. You were on my mind the whole time."

"I kissed Jayden." I blurt out, and his eyes widen.

He looks at me with a mixture of shock and despair. He stands up, and his fingers make their way to his hair gripping the strands right above his forehead.

"You didn't." He shakes his head, his eyes begging me to say I'm joking.

"I did. After my dad's party. He drove me home, and I kissed him on our front lawn."

Liam's chest heaves. A sick expression coming over his face. For a second, I worry that he might be ill.

"It was a mistake. But it happened, and we haven't talked about it." I don't know why I'm telling him this, but I can't seem to stop the words from tumbling out.

"Do you have feelings for him?" He asks, and I stand up to face him.

His eyes bore into mine, and he looks at me like my answer is vital to his well being.

"No, Liam."

"But you kissed him." He says bitterly.

"You kissed Red in front of me."

"You know she's got nothing on you, Jess. I don't feel for her what I feel for you. Damn it, I..." His eyes widen, and he stops himself.

"You what?"

He turns away.

I sigh.

"Liam, it was a mistake. I was sad and drunk. I was thinking about you." I say, and he turns around to face me once again.

He looks so pained that I feel more guilty than I deserve to feel. What he did was so much worse, but I can't bear to see him hurt.

"So, you don't have feelings for him?"

I shake my head.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Liam. I'm sure."

He takes two steps and wraps his arms around me, enveloping me in a hug.

"I'm so sorry." He says brokenly into my neck.

My mind seems a little more clear now. I hold him, and his heat slowly sips into me. I really did miss him. My eyes water, and I sniffle. His arms tighten around me, and he buries his face further into my neck. I don't know what this means exactly, but I know that this is where I want to be right now, in his arms.

"I hate that he touched you." He says.

"I hate that she touched you. I hate that I was there to see it." I tell him, and he sighs.

My phone buzzes on the bed, and he hesitantly lets me go. I walk over and grab my phone. There is a message from Steff.

I just found Louis. He says you left with Liam, is that true? Blink twice if you need help. Jokes aside, tell me if you want me to come get you because I will.

I smile and text her back.

I'm fine, Steff. I'm gonna spend the night here, we'll talk tomorrow.

"Who's that?" Liam asks.

"Steff."

My phone buzzes again.

Alright, chica. Have a good night. Don't do anything stupid.

Too late.

I put my phone down and look up at Liam.

"Can I stay here with you tonight?" Liam asks, vulnerable eyes meeting mine.

My heart aches in my chest.

"Yes." I smile at him.

He smiles too, warmth filling his eyes. He gets rid of the jeans, and we get under the covers. We lay down facing each other, and I trace his face with my fingers, the slight stubble on his cheeks grazing my hand.

"I missed this." He sighs, closing his eyes and leaning into my touch, a look of serenity coming over his face.

I smile and lightly press my lips against his. He parts his lips, and we start kissing leisurely. He brings his hand to the back of my neck, slowly licking into my mouth, making my insides melt. The kiss is unhurried but full of emotions. When we break apart, he looks at me, dazed. My eyes close, and I smile contently. I didn't think today would end like this, but I'm so glad it did.

I yawn, covering my mouth.

"You're tired. You should sleep." He says.

I nod and turn around to my other side. He spoons me from behind his strong arms, wrapping securely around me.

"Liam?" I call sleepily.

"Hmm." He pulls me tighter against him.

"Thank you for today."

"Shh," He kisses my hair. "Go to sleep, baby."

As trivial as it seems, I've missed hearing that term of endearment. I snuggle back into him, and allow a heavy slumber to pull me under.

In my state of limbo, I think I hear him say I love you, Jess. But I know it's just my exhausted brain playing tricks on me.

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