“That was insane,” I say, feeling my cheeks redden thinking about what just happened only thirty minutes ago.
“That’s one way to put it,” Liam says from behind me.
After coming down from our high, I saw him wince and rub his left leg. When I asked if he was okay, he admitted that he might have pushed it a little. That maybe we should have taken it a little easier, since it was the first time we did anything like that. Usually, I’m the one on top because of his leg. So, after grabbing him some water, along with his pain meds and an anti-inflammatory, I suggested we make use of the bathtub.
“How’s your leg?” I ask, still concerned that he pushed too much.
“Good. Just a dull ache now—no different than if I would have pushed myself on a run before the accident,” he says, lessening my worry.
“You’ll tell me if it gets worse,” I double check.
“Promise,” he says, dropping a kiss onto my naked shoulder. “Do you promise to tell me the truth?”
I sit there, confused. “Always,” I promise, wondering where he’s going with this.
“Was I too much earlier?” he asks, grabbing one of my hands and playing with my fingers. He’s nervous.
“Not at all,” I say in a confident voice so he knows I’m not lying.
“The spanking was okay?” he asks.
“Liam, that was two smacks to my ass. That wasn’t really a spanking,” I sass.
“Is that so?” he asks, but I feel his body relax behind me, no longer stressed thinking that he might have done something I didn’t like.
“I promise. I liked it—loved it even. You turn off my brain with all your ‘do this, do that’ commands. It lets me get lost in the feeling of it all; I lose myself in my body. It’s perfect. And I know that if I ever have to tell you to stop or slow down or that it’s too much that I can and you’ll respect my words. I know you, Liam,” I say, squeezing his hand in mine.
We silently sit in the tub, holding hands until the water gets cold. When we decide to get out, he softly pats me dry with a towel. Back in the bedroom, he goes to the dresser, grabs me a pair of underwear, then proceeds to bend down to help me put them on. If I wasn’t already in love with him, this would have done it. Once standing in front of me, he gives me a boyish smile that I rarely see from him, holds up a finger, telling me to wait, then moves to the closet and comes back with one of his well-worn T-shirts for me to put on. I go to grab it but he silently shakes his head and holds the T-shirt out for me to slip on.
The smile on my face gets wider as he keeps silent, moving to the bed and tapping my butt before pulling the covers back and tilting his head for me to get in.
Finally, he says, “Be right back,” before dropping a kiss to my forehead and leaving the bedroom. Not five minutes later, he’s back with a box of pizza and two bottles of water.
“Where did you get that?” I ask, grabbing one of the bottles and taking a long drink.
“I was hoping that I could get you to stop avoiding me tonight. I hated not talking to you—being in your space but not being able to talk to you, touch you. I was trying to give you space, but I’d had enough.”
It’s in this moment that I realize how much I hurt him by avoiding and ignoring him. “I’m so sorry, Liam. I was so caught up in my own feelings and fears that I didn’t even think about what I was doing to you,” I tell him, feeling tears pool in my eyes.
“Hey,” he says, cupping my face and dropping a small, comforting kiss to my lips. “No crying. It’s okay; I get it. How about we just make sure it never happens again.”
“Promise,” I say.
“I feel like there’s been a lot of promises made tonight,” he comments, making me giggle and effectively changing the mood.
“What kind of pizza did you get?” I ask, grabbing for the box.
“Your favorite,” he says, opening the box for me. My eyes light up as I see the canadian pizza in front of me.
“Double cheese?” I ask.
“Always,” he answers, snatching a piece.
“God, I love you,” I say, taking an unlady-like bite.
Liam stays silent.
“What?” I ask, noticing that he hasn’t taken a bite yet. He’s just sitting there, looking at me with a smile and a look I’ve never seen on his face.
