Page 84 of Skating the Blue Line
The food I made is at the center and the gift that I wrapped is sitting on top of his plate with a little note that says open me on top.
I was going to wait until we had eaten to give it to him, but I didn’t know if I was going to even make it that far. So I decided to do it at the beginning of dinner.
“You got me a gift?” he asks, walking over to the side of the table with the gift.
“I did.” I tell him, all the while I nervously play with my fingers.
He looks up at me with so many questions in his eyes.
“Okay,” he says slowly, picking up the box.
“Open it,” I order a little too eagerly.
Liam lets out a chuckle but does as I say.
His mission must be to torture me because he opens the small box so damn slow. Can he not see that I’m on pins and needles over here?
After a million years, he finally finishes taking off the white wrapping paper that I picked out and starts opening the white box the onesie is in.
Did I go a little overboard with the tissue? Maybe, but I wanted him to dig for it.
He digs through the tissue for a solid second before taking out the onesie that I bought earlier today.
“That’s why I didn’t text you back. If I did I would have let it slip and I wanted it to be a surprise. Surprise.”
Liam looks from me to the onesie, not saying a single word.
After a minute or two, I grow anxious and break whatever his thought process is.
“Say something.” I say, feeling like the night I told him I was pregnant.
Liam drops a box, but keeps a onesie in his hand, and comes over to me, closing the distance between us.
When he’s about a foot or two away from me, I see a glint in his eyes, that looks almost like tears.
I have no clue if it’s happy tears or sad tears. Did everything just suddenly become so much more real to him?
After another long minute, Liam’s hand lands on my cheek, and he breaks the silence. “We’re having a girl?”
His voice breaks a little bit at the end and it takes everything in me not to break with him.
I gave him a nod. “Yeah, we’re having a girl.”
Everything that happens next becomes so much of a blur.
One minute I have Liam‘s hand on my cheek. The next I’m in his arms, being lifted up from the ground, and we’re both giggling with happiness, and before I know it, I am back on my feet with Liam’s hands back on my face and his lips are pressed against mine.
He’s kissing me. For the first time in almost 6 months, Liam Crawford is kissing me, and all I can do is kiss them back.
One of his hands slides into my loose curls, all the while both of mine go into his dark strands. We both pull at each other like we can’t get close enough to the other person. Like we can’t get enough and we need more.
I feel his tongue sliding against my bottom lip asking for permission and I don’t hesitate to open up for him and let my tongue dance along his.
I am vaguely aware of the fact that his other hand is sliding against my body in the most delicious way possible.
Feeling his lips against mine, and his hands on my body has me singing in a way that I haven’t sung five long ass months. Liam certainly knows how to work my body and I am already on the verge of explosion with just a kiss.
A hungry, aggressive kiss.
