it, it seemed to shock the others.”
“What did she say?”
So, I tell him everything they said and how they all behaved and he frowns.
“They said what?”
“Something like from the Bs,” I repeat with a frown. Liam’s face falls and he stands there so still, like he’s not even breathing.
“Liam?” I poke his chest then he looks down at me.
“Uh yeah, hmm,” he starts, looking like his mind is still trying to piece something together. “I think we need to go out and enjoy the night. Forget these old assholes! We can call up your friends who, I’ll tell you right now, I might fuck later tonight.”
“Ew, TMI, Liam,” I groan, washing my face now. “I don’t need to know what you do.”
“I just didn’t want to shock you,” he says with a chuckle. “Because I think one of them is already half in love with me.”
“And let me guess, you don’t care.”
“What?” he exclaims, clutching his chest. “I care about everyone’s feelings.”
I stare at him, silently.
“Okay, I care about getting my dick sucked, so I pretend to care about their touchy feelings,” he grumbles. Does that confession make you feel better, you royal pain in the ass?”
“It does, monsieur,” I mutter and soon we leave, but I can’t shake this foreboding feeling that snakes its way down my spine.
‘From the Bs’
Who are the fucking Bs?
Hours later we’re in some club that Liam says he knows and has partied in before. Rye and Jaz have practically been dry humping his leg the entire time and Liam? He’s having the time of his life.
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t tell me you’re still thinking of that stupid dance thing?” He frowns at me.
Surprisingly, I’m not thinking about that at all. I’m thinking about Julian. He’s been incredibly quiet. I have no idea where he is or if he’s even still in Paris.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Cupcake?” Liam questions, tugging me up so I can stand and dance with him. “Talk to me.”
“I’m just…” I start, but don’t know how to say it. “I’m just thinking about your brother.”
I’m not just thinking about him, I’m worried. Does he not want me anymore? Has he already given up on me? Did I push him away?
“Ah, yes,” he shouts over the music. “You have the same look on your face like he had on his when I left him.”
“I have a look? What look?”
“Longing,” he says in my ear.
“Oh,” I mutter, relieved when my voice is drowned out by the music. “I was beginning to think that he’s now indifferent toward me. That he doesn’t feel anything for me, anymore.”
But somehow, he hears me above the music.
“Cupcake, indifference is a feeling.”
It’s the way he says it, like he knows what that means on a personal level.
I stare up at him, my jaw slack as I take in the pain in his eyes. It’s so raw, so potent and real that for a moment, it takes my breath away and I realize something in that moment that completely breaks my heart.
Liam is one of those extremely rare people that love hard. That love with their entire being the way some of us hate with our entire beings.
Not only that, Liam loves deeply and so completely that now as I hold his tortured gaze, I realize something. Liam was the kind of lover that gave literally everything to the person they loved, going in with their full hearts, so when that heart breaks… it’s more than a tragedy or mere devastation you can get over. It’s anarchy to the soul.
“Liam,” I gasp his name, unshed tears in my eyes.
“Don’t.” He flinches, stepping away from me. “Don’t look at me like that.”
The way he growls those words through his teeth, like he’s trying to hold himself back from lashing out at me pains me in a way that has me biting my tongue, hard. How do I go about this? How do I deal with this kind of hurt when I’m in the throes of my own unending anguish?
“How am I looking at you?” I question quietly, my voice soft and low as heartbreak pulses through my system like the slow working poison it is.
“You’re looking at me like I’m pathetic,” he starts, stepping back from me, anger flashing in his eyes. “I don’t know what kind of pity story you’re conjuring up in your fucked-up head, Mia, but I’m not a fucking pathetic, lovestruck, foolish schoolboy.”
Mia, not Cupcake.
“No, Liam, that’s not how I’m looking