Chapter Twelve

Ariana

Inside, Liam's bedroom, he places me down so that I can stand on my feet. I swallow hard as I look around the room. The ceiling height windows look out on a lit up city outside. The view is breathtaking.

The walls are white, and the furnishings are pale blue. The enormous bed is ultra-modern, made of rough, grey wood, like driftwood, four posts, but no canopy. On the wall above it is a stunning painting of the sea.

I am quaking like a leaf. This is it! I am finally going to do this, after all these years of reservation and I have never felt any more confident and ready.

My breath is shallow, and I can't take my eyes off him. He is heart-stoppingly beautiful. His dark hair is a mess, his shirt hanging out - his gray eyes bold and dazzling. He steps out of his Converse shoes and reaches down and takes his socks off individually. He looks like he is the very man I was saving all this for. I want him so bad! I am dripping wet down there!