I see him drink the freshly made tea and a small smile forms on my lips,
Listen Liam...I have to say something... about last night...
He immediately looks at me a little flushed and puts the cup down.
Louise told me a while back...that you liked me...
I raise my eyebrow,
How did he know?
I ask him confused.
Well...you weren't doing a great job hiding it...back when I first started avoiding you..
Everything starts to cluck into place,
So let me get this straight, you starting to avoid me because you thought I'd give up?
He scratches the back of his neck sheepishly, I take a breath and gently takes his hands into mine,
Liam...since you know everything... would you consider it?
I look at him, hesitation on his face, gears seem to be turning in his head...(It's not that big a deal...why is so so hesitant?...I know he likes me too)
Liam please...I'm asking for a chance here...I promise I won't let you down
I reassure him and after a couple minutes of silence he speaks up,
Alright...
My eyes light up as he says the words, I feel like I can finally breath again.
Thank you! I promise you won't regret this!
I give him a smile and he smiles back but there's something behind that smile, something I can't tell exactly. Something crosses my mind
Can I ask you something?
I ask him, he nods
W..where did you get that scar from? Is it from battle?
His expression immediately hardens and he just nods confirming my suspicion, (he's got a lot of scars from just two years...either he was really brave or reckless) he finishes his tea and washes the cup,
Should we do something?
I ask him
Make use of our time here
I tell him and give a wink and I see his face turning red. I chuckle,
Not that, let's go out for breakfast. We'll stay here until the marks on your neck fade
He nods awkwardly,
Sure we can go...
I come up from behind him and give him a peck on the cheek
What are you doing?
He asks me surprised,
Taking advantage of the fact we're alone here
I wink at him,
I'm gonna go freshen up.
He says while heading to the bathroom.
Need some company?
I ask him playfully
No.
He replies bluntly.
If you're gonna be all comfortable so will I.
He says while heading to the bathroom.
PHOENIX'S POV
We leave the house and I'm about to head towards the passenger seat, he stops me.
Let me.
He says while opening the car door for me, I chuckle and get in and he closes the door before coming to sit in the driver's seat.
I'm never getting used to this...
I sigh,
You have all the time in the world to get used to it.
He said as he starts the car
(Not exactly...I have until my six months are over...or before he catches me in my lies...)
We're driving down the road when he puts his hand on my thigh, I look at him a bit flustered,
W..what are you doing..
He gives me a chuckle,
Claiming what's mine.
He says in a playful manner and slides his hand up and down my thigh before he stops, his hand over a spot...one where there's a gunshot scar.
What's this?
He asks me, his fingers feeling my scar.
A scar...from when I got shot once...
I reply, trying to hide the awkwardness,
How many do you have exactly? Like how many times have you gotten shot?
He asks me while driving, (should I tone it down a bit? The exact number? I'll just tone it down a little bit...the actual number is going to be too hard to believe for just two years of service)
6...
I reply sheepishly. He slams his foot on the brake and looks at me with astonishment plastered all over his face.
Y..you've been shot 6 times...?
I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly,
Not quite...only 6 left a scar....
He looks at me dumbfounded, trying to process everything,
Jesus...even I haven't been shot that many times...you know...I kill people for a living basically...I've fired countless guns...but it still shocks me...to hear it from someone on the other side of the trigger...
He looks at me with a look of empathy and proudness. He takes a minute to collect himself...
I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...
He mutters under his breath,
For what?
I ask him.
For making you shoot with me...a few days back...I should have realized that you could have trauma...from everything that happened...I was inconsiderate...I'm sorry...
I see his face, genuinely sad. I lat his back slowly,
It ok...I know you didn't mean to...plus I'm ok now.