Page 66 of Falling For Liam
Tears drop from her eyes and her hands visibly tremble as she holds them over her mouth.
“Liam, I…” She lets out a little laugh, and I start to panic that I’ve fucked this up. I know it’s soon; I know everyone’s going to think I’m crazy. But it’s true what they say: when you know, you know, and Liv and me are meant to be. Our fate was sealed the day I first looked at her at Nicole’s birthday.
“Yes,” she whispers so quietly I think I’ve imagined it.
“What?”
“Yes, Liam. YES!” she screams and launches herself at me the second I go to stand. We both fall back into the shallow sea water covering the sand. She kisses me as the tide comes in around us, but I couldn’t give a fuck. The rising sea, a fucking earthquake, nothing could drag me away from my girl right now.
She’s breathless when she pulls back and straddles my waist. Glancing at the water surrounding us, she lets out a laugh. “What the fuck just happened?”
“You just agreed to become Mrs Liam Haynes.”
“Oh my god,” she giggles as I pull the ring from its bag. “When did you get that?”
“I designed it and had Erin make it for me. She gave it to me last night.”
“You did what?”
Grabbing her hand, I slide it up her finger as she watches. “Do you like it?”
“I love it. But I love you more.”
* * *
“What the hell happened to you two?” BJ asks when we stumble into the living room dripping wet and smiling like loons.
“We’re getting married,” Liv squeals as she waves her hand around.
“You’re fucking what?” he asks, his chin almost hitting the floor.
“I asked Liv to marry me.”
“Whoa, shit, man. That’s awesome. Congrats.” He smiles, but it’s not as genuine as I would expect. Standing, BJ reaches for my hand and pulls me into a hug. He soon steps back when he realises we’re soaking wet and freezing cold. “We’ll do this later; go and get sorted,” he says, pushing us towards the stairs.
I’m soon distracted when Liv starts peeling her t-shirt off her damp skin the second we walk into her room. I drop my face to her cleavage and lick at her salty skin as I back her towards the shower.
“Put those damn shoes on you love so much. We’re going out,” I announce when I allow her out of the shower.
“Shoes I love?” she asks with a laugh.
“Fine, shoes I love. Those and a dress. Knickers are optional.”
“Where are we going?”
“To the shack. The others are meeting us there.”
“Then I’m definitely wearing underwear.”
“Hmm, interesting…”
“What?”
“Just wondering under what circumstances you’d agree not to wear any.”
“Shut up, you idiot.” Shrugging, I quickly run to my room to grab some clothes before returning, sitting on the end of Liv’s bed and watching as she gets herself ready.
Olivia
