Once in side, I barely had time to take the place in before I was thrown onto the couch. It was brown leather and felt VERY expensive. Liam's body crashed onto mine, pressing his weight directly onto mine. Since we've started dating, I've been exercising with him three times a week, so luckily I had enough muscle to keep myself from suffocating under his pressure. His lips hit mine, and his tongue had made it's way into my mouth before I had time to understand what was happening.
My hands traveled up and down his back, rubbing against his smooth shirt that I had the pleasure of seeing him change into after the show. One of his hands was pressed against my head, his thumb making circular patterns of my cheek, while the other was massaging my head through the bird's nest that I called hair.
We stayed like that for a good five minutes, just enjoying the company of the other and exploring the different ways our body could connect in that position. He lifted his head, disconnecting our lips, before saying, "I love you so much." It sent goosebumps through my entire body, causing me to do a little shake. "I love you too," I managed to say, although I was certain my brain was completely shut down.
He moved his hands away from my head, placing them on the couch underneath us and pushing himself up and off the couch. He grabbed my hands and pulled me up, following the same pattern he had just done. He never released my hands, but continued to walk, pulling me along with him.
We walk through a doorway without a door and entered the dinning room. It contained multiple cabinets that contained many bottles of wine and glasses to drink them with. But in the center of the room was their table, which was absolutely stunning. It wasn't very big, but what it was just the perfect size.
It took me a few moments to realize what was going on, but I finally got it: Liam had set all of this up for tonight. The table held a vase containing a single rose in the middle, and around the vase were little tea lights that he was lighting right in that moment. It was so romantic and beautiful, and I couldn't help but let me jaw make its way to the floor.
Liam suddenly ran into out of the room through the door less way that we hadn't come through, which I assumed led to the kitchen. I tried to follow, but when he heard my footsteps on the squeaky floorboards, he screamed "DON'T COME IN HERE OR YOU'LL RUIN THE SURPRISE." I giggled to myself before inspecting the wine cabinets some more. On the counter there was an already-opened bottle, so I decided to get two glasses out of the cabinets and poor us something to drink.
When he came back in, he was holding to plates that held our dinner. He told me to close my eyes before he continued into the room. My eyelids closed, enclosing my body in a blanket of darkness. What was he doing?
"Open."
All he did was put a plate with pizza down in front of me. He was so stupid sometimes I swear. "Liam, is this my surprise?" I asked, completely dumbfounded at what laid before me.
"Ugh, yeah....I wanted to make you Italian, but pizza is the only thing we had in our fridge." I highly doubted that due to the fact that there were more bottles of wine in the cabinets than how many English words I knew. "Babe, did you poor us these drinks?" he asked, looking back and forth at the two glasses. "Yeah. We've both had such a stressful day and I thought this would really ease us down."
He sat down across from, like a husband would coming home from a long day of work. When his butt hit the padding, he let out a sudden sigh of relief as you could see his muscles relax. My poor baby.
I took a sip of my drink, careful not to spill and stain anything. This was really classy: expensive wine and cheap pizza. But honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm glad that we were the type of couple that could do stupid things like eat pizza at a romantic table while drinking wine.
Chapter 3
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