I couldn't just leave. I couldn't let it end like this.
Liam's expression turned regretful, as if he understood the true meaning behind my words.
Will I ever see you again?
"I'm only in town for a short gig," he said.
I could have invited him up to the lounge to party with us for the night.
I could have invited him back to my place.
I didn't.
"I'm glad I ran into you tonight," he said. "I'll be able to say,I knew her when, after you've taken over the world."
"You sound so sure that will happen."
"It will," he said confidently. "Just don't forget about us little people when you're rich and famous." He threw me a crooked smile.
My heart thumped. I quickly slipped out the door, closing it behind me. I rested my back against it. My chest felt tight, like I couldn't get enough air into my lungs, like all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.
I was attracted to Liam. He was obviously attracted to me. I wasn't opposed to a random hook up, although it wasn't really my thing. I supposed a one-night stand could be fun. I had no reason to pull away. There was no harm in fooling around, no strings, no attachments.
But there were attachments, weren't there?
He wasn't some random guy I'd picked up at a club. He was Liam Knight, the man who'd saved me from myself. A crush didn't begin to describe the tangle of feelings I had inside me when it came to him.
If I had given in to him, if I had allowed myself to drop my guard…
Turning him down had been for the best, I decided.
All I had to do now was get my heart to agree.
