Page 36 of Falling For Liam
“We have,” I say, leaning towards her. Her sweet scent tickles my nose and the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. Unable to resist, I move closer and press my lips to her cheek. “I hope that’s okay.”
Pulling back, I stare into her glazed eyes, my lips twitching with amusement as she tries to find her words.
“I…I think it’s more than okay.”
Relief floods me that she’s not going to put an end to our night before it’s even begun.
“Ready to order?” a waiter asks, halting any further conversation.
After ordering myself a drink and then our food, a comfortable silence falls over our table. Liv’s once again staring out to sea, while I keep my gaze on her face.
“Tell me what you’re thinking?” I ask, reaching across the table and entwining our fingers. Sitting here opposite her isn’t enough. I need more.
“That BJ might be a bit of a tool at times, but his heart’s in the right place.”
“Couldn’t have said it better myself,” I say with a laugh.
“Can you stop looking at me like that?” she asks, and I’m a little taken aback by the question.
“Like what?” My brows draw together with confusion.
“Like I’m going to break. I don’t need reminding of everything every time I look into your eyes. Trust me, I’m not likely to forget anytime soon, but I’d really like a normal night out. I don’t want you to treat me like glass. Treat me like I’m any other woman you date.”
“I…uh…don’t date,” I admit, reluctantly.
“So you don’t date and you don’t shag anything with a pulse like BJ. What do you do?” Her cheeks heat a little as she realises what she’s really asking.
“I wait,” I answer simply.
Her eyes narrow as she stares at me like I’ve just told her I have two heads. “You…wait? Wait for what?”
“The one.”
“The—”
Her words are cut off as the waiter arrives with our food, but her eyes don’t leave my face. I can almost feel her trying to figure me out.
Chapter Eleven
Olivia
“The one.”
His words repeat in my mind as I try to enjoy my meal while his stare burns into me. What is it exactly he’s trying to tell me here?
“That was incredible,” I say once the plates have been cleared away and I’m sat once again under his intense stare. “W…what?”
His eyes leave mine and drop down my neck, then to the skin between my breasts that my playsuit exposes. I swallow as he takes his fill.
I freeze when he reaches out, but instead of touching me, he wraps his fingers around the bottom of the chair and pulls me towards him. My breath leaves me as I’m surrounded by him. His fingers brush across the bare skin of my back before resting on my waist as he leans into my ear.
“You’re beautiful.” All the air leaves my lungs at once.
“Liam.”
His nose runs around the shell of my ear and I shudder. “I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.”
“Y…you were waiting for…me?”
