The boy who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
Chapter 12: Liam’s Past

Chapter 12: Liam’s Past

I got changed quickly and walked out to the car. Liam was already there, leaning casually against the car, chatting happily with Justin and Spencer, another guy from my crew.

"Hey," I chirped as I walked up to them.

Liam smiled a beautiful smile at me. "That’s my cue boys, gotta take the lady on our first real date. See you next week," he said, waving them away with a flick of his hand.

Justin’s mouth fell open and he looked from Liam to me several times. "Date? But.... I mean.... what? I thought he was your brother’s best friend! You don’t even like him; you always say he’s a man-whore asshole. Whenever I’ve said to you about how hot he was, you just said that you wouldn’t touch his STD ass with a bargepole!" Justin said, frowning, and looking at me confused.

I groaned and closed my eyes. I was literally so embarrassed that I wished the ground would open up and swallow me. How could he just say that right in front of Liam? Not that I haven’t told him that to his face on more than one occasion, but I still felt awful. I heard Liam start to laugh so I risked a glance at him, he didn’t look angry or anything.

"Thanks, Jus," I muttered, giving him a look that should be able to kill him on the spot.

Liam reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me to his side, still laughing. "It’s a lady’s prerogative to change her mind," he said to Justin with a wink, opening my car door for me.

"I’ll see you next week, guys, and I promise I won’t be late," I vowed, kissing their cheeks before getting in the car. Liam gave them both the typical man hug handshake thing, and ran round to the driver’s side. When he started the car he looked over at me with a smile. "Sorry," I muttered, blushing again.

"Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing I haven’t heard before out of your beautiful mouth," he replied with a grin.

I couldn’t help but smile, he was full of the compliments today, but some part of me was worrying if he had said that to all the other girls. Was he expecting me to have sex with him after a couple of dates? Because if he was, then he was going to be very disappointed. I decided that we needed to talk about it. I mean, what was the point in even trying, if he was just using me for sex, and I wasn’t planning on giving it up anytime soon?

"So, where shall we go for lunch?" he asked, snapping me out of my little internal discussion.

"Um.... I don’t mind, what do you fancy?" I asked. He shot me a flirty look and a wicked smile. I rolled my eyes at him; he really is a sex crazed player! "To eat, Liam," I added, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to look stern

He just laughed and started driving. "How about Chinese? You like that, right?" he asked, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.

"Yeah, I love Chinese food!" I chirped happily, grinning like I’d won the lottery. Jake hated Chinese food so we hardly ever had it; Liam smiled and drove us to the restaurant on the high-street.

We were now sitting, eating our food. We had been chatting happily for nearly an hour and I was again surprised by how easy it was to talk to him. I’d known him for twelve years and I’d never really just spoken to him properly about stuff. His leg brushed mine under the table and made me jump, not because of my fear, but because it sent a little jolt through my system, making the hairs on the back of my neck prick up and my pulse quicken.

I decided now was the time to sort it out, there was only one other couple in the restaurant so we could talk freely, but I just didn’t know how to begin. "Liam, I think we need to talk about something," I said quietly.

He cocked his head to the side slightly and looked at me curiously. "OK. What’s up?"

I took a deep breath, I just needed to get it out and see what he thought about it. "I really don’t know what you want from me; I mean, you can have any girl that you want. I’m an emotional wreck for goodness sake... I mean.... I flinch every time anyone touches me. I.... I can’t give you what you want," I rambled, frowning. Wow, that came out a little different than I thought, but at least it got the point across.

"You’re worried about sex," he stated, looking at me knowingly, not seeming to be bothered by this conversation at all.

I gulped and nodded. "I just.... I’m not ready for anything like that, so if that’s what you want then there really is no point in starting anything," I said quietly, looking down at my plate and wishing the ground would swallow me again.

He put his hand under my chin and lifted my face up to look at his; he was smiling his beautiful smile. "I can wait as long as you want. I really am crazy about you, it’s not about sex," he said tenderly, making my heart start to race.

Is he serious or is this a trick so I’ll give it up sooner? "What if I said I didn’t believe in ha**ng s*x before marriage?" I asked, testing him.

His eyes showed his amusement, but he just kept his face straight. "Then I’d say how about we get married as soon as you’re old enough. Eighteen is the legal age, right?" he replied, winking at me.

I laughed but was still unsure what he meant, I wasn’t eighteen for another two years, is he saying that he’ll wait two years for me? No sex until after marriage wasn’t something that I believed in; I’d just wanted to see his reaction. "I don’t believe in that, but I don’t know how long it’ll be, Liam, honestly." I chewed on my lip nervously.

"Angel, I said I can wait as long as you need. I want to be with you." He looked me right in the eyes as he spoke. I didn’t see one ounce of doubt or trickery there and I felt hope building up inside me. Was he really that into me that he would wait for me?

"What about in three months’ time when you still haven’t gotten any, and some random girl throws herself at you, could you wait then?" I asked sceptically.

He laughed. "You really do think I’m some sex crazed player, don’t you?" he asked. I nodded in confirmation. I didn’t think it, I knew it, he slept around a lot! "Do you know why I’ve been with all of those girls?" he asked, suddenly looking uncomfortable and embarrassed.