Page 16 of Skating the Blue Line
Actually, no, that’s not true. I was a goner the second he smiled at me back at the opera house and rescued me from the old man and his invitation.
I was a goner then, but the second his mouth touched mine I was obliterated into a million pieces.
That’s when I learned that I was a sucker for a handsome guy with a pretty smile.
His kiss was hungry and when he slid his tongue along my bottom lip, asking to be let in, I let out a moan that I’m sure was heard all the way to the front of the restaurant.
I didn’t care though, his kiss made me feel something that I hadn’t felt in a very long time. All that mattered was that this gorgeous man was kissing me and had his hands on my body.
Nothing else but the two of us existed in that moment.
We eventually pulled apart, and when we did, the same hunger that I was getting from his mouth was coating his eyes.
The way he looked at me had me wishing that I had something between my legs helping me relieve the pressure I was holding.
The butterflies I felt earlier in the night were in full swing. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
And he showed me as much because as soon as we pulled apart, he grabbed my hand and we ran out of the restaurant.
We laughed the whole way back to the theater to get his car and head to my place after I had finally answered his question.
Now I’m sitting in a car that is probably worth four times more than I make in a year, with Liam’s hand in my lap, and a smile on my face.
“Promise me that when we get to my place, you won’t judge me.” I say to him, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Why would I judge you?” He asks, quickly looking at me before turning back to the road.
“Because I don’t make hockey player money. My apartment is nice but it’s probably not as nice as what you’re used to.” I can feel a blush start to coat my cheeks just by saying the words.
“Chloe, that’s not something to judge you over,” he says, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.
“I know but it will still be a clear sign that I don’t make as much as you.”
“I honestly don’t give a shit about that. Would it make you feel better if I told you I lived in a shoebox of an apartment up until two years ago?”
His comment takes me by surprise.
I’m not much of a hockey fan, hell I don’t even know what position Liam plays. What I do know, though, is that Liam has been one of the many faces for the Dark Knight for the last few years. Surely that pays enough to not live in a tiny apartment.
“Why? Don’t you make millions?” I ask curiously.
“I do, and for a few years I would spend money on things I wanted. Like this car, but I didn’t feel the need to spend a few grand a month on a place I was just going to spend a few a day in.”
That’s not a bad way of thinking.
“That’s actually smart. What made you finally move?”
Liam shrugs as he turns into my neighborhood like I told him to. “I wanted to get a dog and needed more space. But now I have the space but no dog yet.”
I can picture Liam running around a golden retriever puppy and naming said puppy princess or something and spoiling the hell out of the dog.
The image alone is enough to make the smile on my face even bigger.
As we make the last turn towards my apartment, I can’t help but to wonder why it feels so easy between us.
It shouldn’t feel that way.
I’ve only met Liam less than three hours ago and it already feels like I’ve known him my whole life.
