The boy who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window
Chapter 38: Unveiling The Truth

Chapter 38: Unveiling The Truth

When he came back to me, he skidded to a stop, sending an ice spray off over the side. "Is that showing off enough for you?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me tenderly.

"Oh yeah. My man can skate alright," I confirmed, grinning at him.

"Mmm, say that again. I like that," he growled, in a husky sexy voice that made my insides tremble.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and pulled him in close. "My man can skate," I purred seductively, looking into his eyes. I could feel the burning passion sizzling between us. He bent his knees so we were on the same level, held me tight and then stood back up, lifting me off my feet. He started to skate gently around the rink. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he skated around, occasionally doing small spins and changing to skate backwards. His eyes never left mine. It was the most erotic and sexy thing that had ever happened to me, and my whole body was yearning for him.

"I love you so much, Angel," he whispered.

I smiled. My insides were bubbling with happiness and passion. He was driving me crazy; I wanted him and needed him. As I looked into his beautiful blue eyes, I could see all of his love for me shining through and it made my heart beat way too fast. Suddenly, it hit me like a truck, I loved him too. Maybe I’d always loved him, I wasn’t sure. He had kind of crept behind my defences and wormed his way into my heart, but I had always refused to look at him that way. He made me feel safe, wanted, needed and special; I didn’t ever want to let him go. I loved him like crazy, more than anything, he was the one thing I needed out of life.

I opened my mouth to tell him I loved him too, but he spoke first cutting me off. "Let’s go for dinner," he suggested, skating off the ice rink and sitting me down on the bench. He got down on his knees and took my skates off for me. I just watched him as he did it, unable to keep the smile off of my face. Was this boy really mine? How did I get so lucky?

After we got our shoes back on, we drove to a little Italian restaurant that he said made the second best lasagne in the world. "Second best?" I asked, laughing.

"Yeah. Your lasagne kicks ass," he stated, holding my hand tightly as we followed the waiter to the table.

"You do know that you’ve got me now, you can stop with the compliments," I teased, laughing. He grinned and shook his head, rolling his eyes like I was being stupid.

The food was good and the restaurant was really cute, it had candles on each table and was really quite romantic, he was so much fun to be around there wasn’t one awkward silence. I couldn’t help but wonder how I didn’t know anything about him before we got together. I guess it was because the only personality he ever showed me was the as**ole side, which actually, didn’t seem to be a part of his character at all.

"Liam, can I ask you something?" I asked, too curious not to ask.

"Sure. Whatever you want." He shrugged, taking a mouthful of his drink, watching me curiously.

"Why were you always such a jerk to me? If you’ve liked me all this time, why were you always pushing me over when we were kids and being such an ass to me? You do know that I used to hate you, right?" I asked, raising my eyebrows, looking at him apologetically.

He laughed. "You know, there’s a thin line between love and hate. Maybe you loved me and didn’t realise," he suggested, grinning. I smiled because that was exactly what I was thinking earlier.

"No, Liam. You were a complete ass to me. But most of it was an act, right? So why did you do it?" I asked, needing the answer, it was killing me because I just didn’t understand.

"Jake." He shrugged.

"Jake? I don’t get it." I gave him my best ’what the hell’ face.

He smiled sadly. "Jake really didn’t want me near you. He beat the crap out of me a couple of times when we were kids for it. He’s really protective of you. It was just easier to keep myself away from you if you didn’t actually want to be with me. I thought that if I made you want to stay away from me, then I wouldn’t have to try as hard," he said, frowning.

Wait, he pretended to be an as**ole so I wouldn’t want to be with him because of Jake? Damn that boy!

"All those years, Liam, it just seems like a waste." I sighed and shook my head; if he’d have told me then maybe we could have been together for longer. "You know, I always thought you had a split personality," I told him, laughing.

He laughed too. "You did? Why?"

"Well, I always thought of you as daytime Liam, who was an asshole, jerk and a man-whore, flirt. Then there was night-time Liam, who was adorable and sweet and caring. I’ve always liked night-time Liam," I said honestly.

He smiled happily. "Well, the night was when I would stop trying to push you away. I decided that since Jake didn’t know about it, that I could be myself and enjoy my time with you. Just so you know though, both of my personalities have loved you forever," he said, shrugging and grinning at me.

Aww, he’s so freaking sweet! I reached out and held his hand tightly. "I wish you’d told me sooner, I really did hate you at times," I admitted sheepishly, making him laugh.

"Yeah? Like the time I cut your stuffed bear’s head off and threw him in the trash?" he asked, laughing. I gasped at the memory of it, I’d forgotten about that! Jake had got my bear out of the trash and put him back on my bed for me and fixed his head.

"Yeah, you jerk!" I scolded, fighting a smile.

"You know I never really did that, right? I pretended to cut his head off and I hid it up my sweater and put him back on your bed a couple of hours later," he said, still chuckling.

"No way! Jake told me he got him back for me!" I laughed.