“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you say that,” he says in a soft voice.
“What? That I love you?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says, still not looking away from me.
“Well, get used to it,” I say, leaning in to give him a quick kiss before taking another bite, making him shake his head with a small laugh before eating his pizza.
It’s only once the pizza box is empty on the dresser that I realize how late it is. It’s past midnight, but I don’t want this day to end. It feels like we’ve hit a major turning point in our relationship—
Oh my God, I’m in an actual relationship with Liam Jones.If only thirteen-year-old me could see us now!
“What’s that look for?” Liam asks, coming back to bed from having gone to the bathroom.
“Nothing,” I say.
“That blush and smile isn’t nothing. Come on, tell me,” he nudges, getting back in bed with me.
“I was thinking, if only thirteen-year-old me could see me now, in an actual relationship withtheLiam Jones,” I say, shaking my head.
“TheLiam Jones?” he repeats with a raised brow.
Rolling my eyes, I say, “Oh shut up,” smacking him in the stomach with the back of my hand. “You know what I mean!”
“No, I really don’t,” he teases.
“We’re not doing this again,” I tell him.
“Awe, why not? I like hearing how obsessed you were with me,” he continues, tickling my side. “Wait, are you still obsessed with me? Because it feels like you are.” He winks.
“Okay, Mr. I-Wrote-You-Notes-For-Years-But-Never-Called-Or-Texted-You!” I say, sticking my tongue out at him.
“Watch that tongue of yours, Miss Callahan,” he says, eyes darkening with lust.
“Or what?” I ask, swinging my leg to straddle him.
Smiling he says, “As much as I like where this is going, I think we need to talk about a few things first.”
Immediately, my smile falters.
“Nothing bad,” he says, pulling at the ends of my hair. “We just need to talk about logistics, that’s all.”
“Logistics?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he says, wrapping his arms around me as if he’s afraid I’m going to disappear. “Like when we can go get my stuff in Vancouver. I work from home so that shouldn’t be an issue, but we also need to figure out how to tell your brother, and Summer invited us to this party Levi and his friends are throwing in a few weeks. I told her we would go but we don’t have too if you don’t want to. Although, Summer did say she was looking forward to seeing you again. I mean, we could always invite her to the house, make her come to us. Or next time—Hey, why are you crying?” he asks, voice fullof concern.
“You just . . .” I start, but the tears get the best of me and I just lean into him, wrapping my arms around him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—” I cut off his words with an aggressive shake of my head. So he just holds me, running calming fingers through my hair.
Once I finally calm down, I pull back a little to wipe my eyes with the back of my hands. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to cry like that—”
“Don’t apologize.” He cuts me off. “Just tell me what’s wrong,” he says, concern still written all over his face.
“It’s just . . . you really want this,” I say, making him laugh, which makes me frown.
“Silly girl, I told you, you got me. I’m all yours and you’re all mine,” he confirms with a soft smile and long, simple kiss.
“I know but . . .”
