Page 58 of Burned By the Broken Doctor

We stop, and I look up to see Liam walking up to us, a beer bottle in his hand. His eyes are firstly on Damon, and his eyes widen a fraction as they land on me, surprise giving way to a flicker of something I can't decipher.

A wave of anger surges through me. Here he is, looking all casual and carefree, while I've been stewing at home for days. Why the hell is he here?

I look from June to Damon’s faces and immediately realize they’d planned this. With a curt nod in Liam's direction, I turn on my heel and start walking in the opposite direction.

“Emma, wait!” I hear Liam call out behind me, but I don't stop. I push my way through the crowd, the thumping music a dull roar in my ears. Tonight is supposed to be a distraction, a way to forget about Liam. But seeing him here, so nonchalant, has blown that plan to smithereens.

My heart thumps loudly through my chest as I make my way toward the back of the club. I need to get away from Liam, from the sight of him looking like everything is perfectly fine. My heels click sharply against the floor, and I barely notice the curious glances from other club-goers as I storm past.

I find a hallway leading to the restrooms, dimly lit and thankfully quieter. The noise from the club fades into a distant hum as I walk further down, my footsteps echoing in the narrow space. I reach the end of the hall, leaning against the cool wall, trying to catch my breath and calm my racing heart.

The sound of footsteps behind me makes me tense. I turn around to see Liam approaching, his expression unreadable in the dim light. The hallway feels even smaller with him in it, and I press myself against the wall, hoping he’ll just leave me alone.

“Emma, wait,” he says, his voice low and urgent.

“Leave me alone, Liam,” I snap, crossing my arms over my chest. “I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

He stops a few feet away from me, his hands at his sides. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?” I demand, my voice rising. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Because you have to do it first,” he replies, his eyes locking onto mine.

His words take me by surprise, and I falter for a moment. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

He takes a step closer, the shadows playing across his face, making him look even more intense. “It means I can’t stop thinking about you, Emma. I’ve tried. God, I’ve tried to avoid you, to keep my distance, but it’s no use. You’re in my thoughts, in my dreams. Every touch, every smell reminds me of you. I’m going mad.”

His confession hangs in the air between us, heavy and charged. I feel a lump rise in my throat as his words sink in. “You’re not the only one, Liam,” I say, my voice shaking. “I feel the same way. It’s like I’m going mad without you.”

He closes the distance between us, his eyes never leaving mine. “Then why are we doing this? Why are we making ourselves miserable?”

“Because you keep pulling away!” I lash out, the frustration spilling over. “You keep pushing me away, and I don’t know why.”

“I’m sorry,” he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. “I’m feeling things I never felt before, and I’m scared of what it means.”

I take a step back, needing the space to process his words. “You think I’m not scared, too? You think this is easy for me? Every time you pull away, it feels like I’m being torn apart.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, Emma,” he says, his voice raw with emotion. “I don’t want to hurt either of us.”

“Then stop running,” I plead, my eyes searching his. “Stop running and just be with me.”

We stand there in silence, the tension crackling between us. He takes another step closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch my arm. “I don’t know how to do this,” he admits. “I don’t know how to just be with you without losing myself.”

“You won’t lose yourself,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “We can figure it out together.”

He’s so close now that I can feel his breath on my skin, and my heart pounds in my chest. The anger and frustration are still there, but they’re mingled with something else, something more intense and undeniable. I look up at him, and in the dim light, his profile is achingly handsome, his eyes dark and full of longing.

My body starts to heat up again, the emotions boiling over. It’s crazy how it seems like every of our argument is some sort of foreplay. While we bicker about everything and nothing, the tension builds with each word until it is absolutely unmanageable. Like now. He steps even closer, and the next thing I know, his lips are on mine, and I’m kissing him back with a desperation that’s been building for days.

His hands cup my face, and I press myself against him, my fingers tangling in his hair. The kiss is intense, all-consuming, and I can feel the electricity between us. Our bodies fit perfectly, and it feels like everything else fades away.

We stumble against the wall, and his hands slide down to my waist, pulling me closer. I wrap my arms around his neck, losing myself in the feel of him. The hallway is dark and quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos of the club, and it feels like we’re in our own little world.

Our kisses grow more urgent, more desperate, and I can feel the heat between us rising. His hands roam over my body, and I can’t get enough of him. It’s like every touch, every kiss is a lifeline, grounding me in the here and now.

His arm hooks around my waist as he pulls me closer, grinding his crotch into mine and his tongue into my mouth simultaneously. I twist into him, circling a leg around his waist, pressing tighter, wanting him to devour me right here. He groans as I straddle him, my already short dress hiking further up my thighs. I couldn’t care less right now.

I know he can feel my already wet panties grinding against the imprint of his cock. His kiss becomes hungrier, more frantic as he slides a hand beneath my dress and squeezes my ass hard.

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