FIVE

DELILAH

Later that night, I'm laying on my bed scrolling through my i***a feed when I hear a knock at my balcony door. My room is on the second floor of our house, and although it's a tough climb, I do know one boy in particular who was always brave enough in the past to attempt it.

I hop up from my bed and look out the blinds to see Liam waiting patiently for me to let him in. His dark locks are tousled perfectly, hazel eyes trained on me with a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Hey Romeo, what brings you here so late? You do realize my dad is sleeping just down the hall." I motion for him to come in and he plops down on my bed grabbing my hips and pulling me on top of him.

"Hey Dels. I missed you." He coos as he starts trailing kisses down my neck. "I had to come see you. Besides, we both know that your dad sleeps like a log."

I giggle, "Liam, you just saw me a few hours ago. We were literally together all day." I say placing my hands on his chest and pushing him back to get a little more distance between us. He smells so good and when he's this close to me I can barely think straight especially when he's eyeing me like I'm a snack.

"Mmmm, yeah, but I didn't get to talk to you alone at all. I missed you and we need to talk about us." He kisses from my jaw up to just below my ear lobe before pulling it into his mouth and nibbling gently. He moves his hands to my hips, gripping the bare skin there, pulling me closer and nuzzling into my hair.

"Talk, huh, about us? Is there an us? I thought we agreed yesterday that we are just friends." I say emphasizing the word friends and leaning my neck further to the side to give him better access. He sucks gently there and I realize I'd rather be here with him right now than any where else in the whole world.

"I never agreed to that. I want there to be an us." He coos while kissing back down my jaw and ending on my lips.

He kisses me deeply and I find myself straddling him. No idea how I got in this position. I grind my hips into him and he groans. "Is that so?" I whisper between kisses.

"Mmmhmm. Be my girl, Dels. You know you want to." I pull back, placing my hands on his chest and look into his hazel eyes. His words are music to my ears and as much as I'd love to be his girl, it sounds pretty dangerous for my heart. I'm barely over what happened between us last summer.

"I thought you didn't do relationships, Liam." I move my hands to frame his face and lean in to kiss him again.

"I never told you that I don't do relationships. I just never have before and there's a first time for everything, right? I want you to be my first girlfriend. You can be my only girlfriend. I never want another one. You're it for me, Dels. It's always been you. I was just too dumb to realize it." He confesses and the look in his eyes implores me to believe him. I want to believe him.

"Since the first time you let me share your sand bucket and toys when we met on the beach as 4 year olds, I've been hooked on you." He threads his fingers through my hair tugging gently so that I look back up at him.

"I don't know. Are you sure?" I question, getting lost in the depths of his hazel eyes.

"I'm positive Delilah. Be mine. Please? I'm already yours."

"Okay. I guess we can give it a whirl." I whisper softly and a dazzling smile flashes across his face. "Now can you please continue kissing me?" He nods enthusiastically. I grind my hips down again and kiss him deeply, pulling his bottom lip between my teeth.

He kisses me back and quickly begins the task of removing our clothes. "You're wearing way too many clothes. This has to go." He says while tugging on my top. I laugh, raising my arms to let him pull it off of me. "No bra?" He questions me surprised. "Very naughty, Delilah." Liam cups my breasts with his hands and rolls his thumbs over my nipples. I roll my hips into him again and let out a tiny moan. "Fuck, Dels. I missed you so much. I'm such an idiot. I swear I learned my lesson and I'll never ghost you again."

"Mmmm." I mumble, kissing his neck and quickening my grinding rhythm. By now, we are both breathing heavily. "Baby, if you keep doing that I'm going to...fuck." He grunts as I feel him find his release beneath me. He stills, leaning his forhead against mine, "What am I 12? You just made me cum in my pants." He says moving his hands back to my hips, "Funny thing is, I already know that I'd let you do it again."

He chuckles and I hop off his lap so he can go clean up in the bathroom. He pops his head out the bathroom door. "Do you still have some of your dad's old college gym shorts in the top of your closet?" I nod and he struts across the room nude to my closet while I admire the view. I suddenly remember my magazine stash and pray he doesn't notice them. Of course, he pulls one out smirking at me. "What are these Dels?"

I'm caught red handed and he is clearly smug about it. "Oh, those are just nothing. I use them as kindling for my fireplace."

He eyes me skeptically, "Sure you do."

He quietly locks my bedroom door, turning off the light, and slips into the bed beside me. "Do you mind if I stay over? I just want to hold you." He just wants to cuddle? I bet.

I smile at him and raise my eyebrow dramatically. "I didn't know bad boys like to cuddle." I tease.

"It's a new development." Liam answers, moving me closer to him and wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Will they revoke your bad boy card?"

"They can try." He whispers while rubbing his thumb in a circular pattern on my hand. "So can I stay?"

I lean in and kiss his lips passionately. "I mean, it's your funeral."