“Get your ass back here and carry me to bed.”
“Oh? Awfully demanding now, aren’t we?”
I hold my hands out and he reaches out to take them. He clasps my wrists and begins to pull, and I realize that being carried off like a prince to our bed is nowhere in my future. Nope. I’m going to be dragged right off the couch and onto the floor.
“Liam, it’s pulling my pants down!”
“I’m doing the best I can do,” Liam says as the carpet grabs my pants and whips them off.
“My paaaants! My underwear!” I watch both items leave me before looking up at Liam.
That does make him hesitate before he drops me on the ground and scrutinizes me. I’m confused about why until he reaches down and takes my ankles and starts dragging me that way.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he pulls, and my shirt immediately gets dragged up around my neck.
“Nothing… nothing at all.”
“Are you just stripping me in the least sexy way possible? Like here, allow me to strip you with a side of carpet burn.”
“I’m being careful. Your tush should be carpet burn free. The carpet here really is such thick plush that your cat’s hairballs embed themselves into.”
I sigh as the t-shirt I’d changed into when we’d finished eating dinner whips up and wraps around my face, suffocating me.
Despite how much Liam claims to love me, he sure doesn’t seem to care about making me feel like a prince on my journey to the bedroom. He only cares about the fact that I’m now mostly naked… all but my socks and the shirt wrapped around my face.
“My, my, my. How forward of you, Gabriel.”
“I’m sorry, which… which part of this is me being forward?” I ask. “The part where you can’t even see my face?”
“Blindfolded, eh? You should have just told me this is what you’ve been wanting.”
“I’m not sure itiswhat I’ve been wanting.”
“How… tantalizing. You trick me into believing you’re so tired you simply want to sleep and then force me to look at this erotic display while expecting me to go straight to bed. Is this torture?”
“It’s karma,” I say a moment before I feel his finger trail down my chest. It makes me shiver, and when I pull the shirt down so I can look at him, he’s grinning at me. This man is enjoying all of this too much.
“Since you’re down here, carry me,” I decide, grabbing him before he can pull back and drag me the rest of the way to the bedroom in an attempt to rid me of my socks.
He tries to withdraw but I’m fully latched on to him, so he can’t get too far. “Oh? You wanted me to carry you to bed? Why didn’t you just ask? Why did you make me do all of that when I could have simply picked you up?”
“I… weirdly feel like I did ask,” I say, rather impressed by his ability to lift me off the floor without any struggle. And then I try not to question if he’s gotten used to lifting bodies up off the floor, which is what has given him the skill to do so to me.
Sometimes it’s difficult to wrap my head around the fact that he kills people. If I came across him through work, I would name him a serial killer without hesitation. But here… in front of me… it’s hard to simply state such a thing even if I know, deep down, that it’s true.
After what Tobias did to me, I grew to understand why Liam does what he does. I don’t ever want anyone to go through the fear I felt or to see the things I did as Tobias slaughteredinnocent people after torturing them. Do I agree with what Liam does? No… or at least I try not to. I feel like if I start agreeing with what he’s doing, I’ll lose that part of myself that sees the right and wrong in things.
Not that I think Liam is wrong. I just…
What is it?
Why is Liam so hard to understand? And it’s harder yet to comprehend why I’m drawn to him the way I am while knowing what I know.
“You’ve grown quiet… possibly turned into a sack of potatoes. Are you a sack of potatoes? Or did you merely enjoy being dragged more?”
“I feel like a sack of potatoes.”
Liam smiles down at me. “A sexy sack.”
