Page 18 of Demise

“Of course I will.”

Chapter Eight

Asher

Stephanie and Skyla head up to her room after a little. Ronan brought them snacks for the movie day they are having in bed, while Vincent took a phone call before stepping out of the house. I’m sure Liam is downstairs eating, and Wesley is probably doing something on his laptop, per usual.

I decided to jump in the shower since the last twenty-four hours rendered me a little indisposed. Between learning the history of my father, Henry and Giselle, my wife being kidnapped, and learning that Wesley made a move on her... and Liam. Not fucking happy about that part.

Lathering my hair, I lean back into the warm water, rinsing out the shampoo when a knock comes from the bathroom door.

“Hey, man. I’m ordering lunch for everyone. What sounds good?” Liam asks.

I turn to look at him through the glass wall, and I watch as his carefree smile disappears, a look of hunger taking its place. His eyes rake over me from top to bottom, and for some reason, I don’t feel the instinct to turn away, not in the slightest.

What the fuck is happening to me?

My pulse begins hammering in my neck, and I do my best to clear my throat as I keep my eyes on his.

“Whatever the princess wants, I’m good with.”

Liam doesn’t respond, though, because he’s currently in a staring match with my cock. The way it involuntarily jerks at his attention says more than I’d ever admit out loud.

Slowly, his eyes lift to mine, those soft green eyes drowning in lust. His tongue peeks out, wetting his bottom lip before he grabs the back of his shirt with one hand, pulling it up and over his head. It hits the ground, revealing Liam’s rippled abs. He always prides himself on staying in shape; he hits the gym several days a week in between classes, and it clearly shows.

Wait, fuck. Am I checking him out?

His sweats are the next to go, pushing them down with one hand until they stop on his walking boot. He wasn’t wearing any boxers, and my eyes can’t help but drop at the newly exposed skin. Goddamn, I’ll never get over how many piercings he has. It’s insane.

And kinda hot.

Fuck. What the hell is going on with me?

Liam prowls towards me, never taking his eyes off my own as he crosses the bathroom and rounds the glass wall to the shower. In an instant, he’s in the shower with me, the spray just barely splattering against his skin as he closes the difference between us.

I don’t move from my position, and I don’t think he minds. He does all the work, submerging himself in the water as his hand goes to the back of my head, and he pulls me in for a kiss.

Freezing at the contact, I don’t move a muscle as Liam’s lips move against mine. They are so soft, so demanding, and I fucking hate the way my cock throbs the moment his skin touches mine.

He pulls away, resting his forehead against mine as he shakes his head.

“C’mon, Ash. Don’t ice me out. Don’t do this to me, to us,” he begs.

“Us?” I question with half a scoff.

Liam’s eyes come to mine, fucking pleading with me as his head pulls back even further to look at me.

“Yeah, us. I know you’re scared. I am, too, if I’m being honest, but you feel something for me, and we both know it.”

Excuses die on my tongue, none of them seeming strong enough. I open my mouth to deny his words, but I come up empty. My silence, however, is enough to push him away.

He lets out a humorless huff as he releases his hold on me and takes a step away.

“Fine. Fuck it, I’m done trying with you. I want you, but not bad enough to be some toy that you bring out of the closet every time you’re in the mood to test the boundaries of your sexuality. I’m not a plaything you can turn off and on, Asher, and I’m tired of the hot and cold.”

Liam stands stock still, waiting for me to say something. What is there to say, though? I don’t know what’s going on with me. I don’t like men, never have. Liam is just…Liam, and that’s not a good enough answer. So, I stay silent.

He shakes his head in disappointment, turning to step out of the shower when he looks over his shoulder at me.

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