“When?”
“Before I ever touched you.” He pauses and presses his forehead to mine. The music plays and he holds me close to him. We sway to the music and my heart thumps erratically in my chest. Liam sighs and rubs his nose against mine. “I was thinking about you all the time and I wanted it to stop. I wanted to get you out of my fucking mind.” Liam’s voice is low and sounds almost angry.
“Why didn’t you?” I ask apprehensively.
There’s no reason for me to feel threatened, but I do. He’s single, incredibly sexy, and has no reason to stay. I have a past, a child, and fears that gnaw at me about getting close to him. He has every excuse at his disposal, nonetheless he keeps coming back.
“Because she wasn’t you.” I look at him, and his eyes stay closed. He looks pained and I want to ease it. I lift my chin slightly and gently touch my lips to his. Here in the middle of the bar surrounded by our friends, I kiss him. I don’t care that I’m sure people are looking. I want him to know how much his words mean. How even though we weren’t together, he chose me in some strange way.
He pulls back and rests his head against mine again as we slowly sway to the music. His arms encase me and he guides me through the dance. I can feel the eyes burning holes in my back. The stares of friends who now know where I stand. Where we stand.
“It was the night Aarabelle got sick. I had her in my car,” Liam begins to tell me quietly. “The whole time she was sitting in the front seat, I kept thinking how all I wanted was to drop her off and go to you. Tell you how I was starting to feel. And then you called.”
“Liam, you don’t have to tell me,” I murmur.
“I know I don’t, sweetheart. But I want you to know everything. I won’t keep shit from you.” He kisses the tip of my nose and I melt into his embrace. “When I saw your name on my screen, I knew there was no way I wanted to touch her. I turned around before I even answered and then when I heard what was going on . . .” he trails off and I look over at Brittany. She shifts and stares at me, biting her nail. “There was no fucking way I wasn’t going to be with you, and if I had touched her,” he pulls my chin back toward him, “I would’ve been wishing it was you.”
His words soothe my heart and I smile tenderly. “You make this easy for me. You make it hard to fight because you make sense to me. How can you know exactly what I need all the time?” I ask.
“Because I know you. And this is easy for both of us because it’s right. I know your heart, and I won’t take that for granted.”
“I know you won’t,” I reply as the song ends. This time it’s Liam who kisses me.
We walk hand and hand off the dance floor as Reanell’s eyes light up. I’m going to need more beer.
We sit and enjoy a few beers and I even get Liam to dance with me during a couple’s dance. I’m not the best dancer by any means, but I do love it. I used to come here with my friends a lot when Aaron was deployed. Liam dances with me even though he has no idea of the steps. I give him an “A” for effort—he really is something special.
Throughout the night we all talk and laugh, and I can’t help but look over at Brittany. There’s something festering inside of me about her. She looks over a couple of times, but looks away quickly. Maybe it’s nothing, but then I don’t know. Maybe she did sleep with Liam and he’s lying. Which doesn’t make sense because he seemed so genuinely honest. Plus, he has no reason to lie to me.
I head off to the bathroom to check my face, and when I get back, Liam and Reanell are dancing. I nearly fall over laughing because while the man can do just about anything—except diapers—he has awful rhythm. Well, there’s a flaw I found.
“Having fun?” Quinn plops in the chair next to me. Quinn and Aaron were close when he was active duty. They were in the same section and worked together a lot. He was the one person I was worried about disapproving of this whole situation.
“Yeah, how about you?”
“Where there’s beer and boobs, I’m a happy guy.”
“You haven’t changed a bit.” I chuckle and take a drink. Quinn has always been this laidback country boy. He drinks a lot, sleeps around, and has more guns than any human should ever need. His dark hair is buzz cut and you can see the scar behind his ear from when he was injured in Iraq.
“Life’s too short to change. I live like I want and if you don’t like me, oh fucking well.”
“Such a charmer,” I playfully respond.