{Third person's pov}Hazel looked at him, "Yeah It does matter, and now let's tell Liam to get out of here, I don't want to see him here." She said.She tried to stand up from his lap but he gripped her waist making her frown.Alan didn’t let her move. His grip on her waist tightened just enough to stop her, his eyes darkening, not with anger this time, but something far more intense… protective, possessive in a quiet, controlled way."Let him wait.” his voice was low, steady now, no trace of the drunken mess from before. He studied her face for a second, like he was grounding himself in her presence, making sure this, she was real.“You just told me you love me…” His thumb brushed slowly along her side, almost absentminded, but his gaze never left hers.“And your first instinct is to walk away?” There was a faint edge of hurt there, but softer, almost teasing underneath it.He leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a murmur.“I’m not done with you yet.” A pause. His forehead touched h
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