Please.
The elevator isn’t nearly as cool as the first floor, and I feel the telltale signs of trouble brewing.
Please, no.
Sweat licks my forehead, beading down my skin. My vision flickers for a moment as I sway, and Liam’s arm is right there on my hip.
“I’ve got you,” he whispers into my ear, his breath causing me to shudder.
I’m not expecting his touch, his breath, the heat of his body, which makes my heart race even faster.
I don’t notice Liam pressing the button for the sixth floor.
I can’t say I see much of anything as dark spots pepper my vision.
Fuck me.
My legs go weak and my breathing intensifies, quickens, as though I’m chasing after the last light in my eyes.
His arms are around me, and he scoops me up into his arms before I have time to process what he’s doing. The sweeping darkness tries to take over, but I’m hauled against his chest as the elevator door dings and we reach our destination.
At least that’s where I think we are, because my eyes are shut and I’m resting my head on his chest.
I don’t even care about the embarrassment and humiliation that I know I will face come tomorrow.
He carries me out of the elevator, and the blast of cold air in the hallway is a welcome relief to the heat and nausea rolling over me like waves.
“Where’s your key, babe? I’m going to need to let you into your room.”
“In my pocket.”
“I’m going to have to put you down.” Liam carries me up to my dorm room. He may not have remembered the floor, but he remembered which door is mine.
“I don’t?—”
He gently sets me down on the ground in a seated position, my back against the wall, and he bends down to my level. He keeps one hand on me at all times, making sure I don’t fall over. “Do you want to grab those keys, or should I?”
Since when is Liam a gentleman?
My hands tremble along with my body as I reach into my pocket and retrieve my key. I hand him the keychain, and he raises an eyebrow as he reads the inscription of the tarot card design, but he doesn’t say a word.
Not enough sage for this shit.
Describes my life perfectly, especially today.
He keeps one hand on me while unlocking the door and pushing it open. Then, he bends down and scoops me into his arms, carrying me to my bed.
“Don’t argue with me, Firebreather, but there is zero chance I’m leaving you alone. I’m staying the night.”
Fourteen
Liam
“You don’t have to stay over,” Bristol tells me, yet again. She’s stretched out on her mattress, and I’m seated on the desk chair, pulled up alongside her bed.
Me leaving is the absolute worst idea.
“Well, I’m not leaving you alone. You don’t have a roommate. Is there anyone else I can call for you?”