Semua Bab Unwanted Nerd: Chased By The B-Ball Stars: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Third Person POV Hurt and dejected Liam sat in the theatre room watching some random movie with a big white and black teddy bear beside him. The plush toy's button eyes stared blankly at the massive screen while action scenes flashed in rapid succession, casting dancing shadows across the darkened room. The leather of the reclining sofa creaked softly under his weight as he shifted, trying to find a position that might ease the tight knot in his chest. The air conditioning hummed steadily overhead, filling the silence between dialogue with a low, constant drone that somehow made the emptiness feel even more pronounced. That was all he could do to keep his mind far from away from Deborah's date with Caleb and how happy he had seen them. As he clicked another button on the remote control, the plastic making a sharp little snap with each press, Olivia came to sit beside him. Her perfume hit him first—something floral and expensive that seemed to coat the back of his throat. The cushio

Deborah's POV "Oh my god," the words escaped from my mouth as soon as I closed Liam's room door behind me. The heavy wooden door clicked shut with a finality that seemed to seal us away from the nightmare we'd just escaped. The sudden safety of these four walls made my knees weak, and I had to lean against the cool wood of the door for support.My breath hitched and my heart pounded so fast from both relief and fear . Each gulp of air felt thick and heavy in my lungs, like trying to breathe through cotton. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to get enough oxygen, and I could taste the copper tang of adrenaline coating my tongue.Liam panted and gasped for breath as he turned to face me, his chest heaving with the effort. Sweat glistened on his forehead under the warm glow of his desk lamp, and strands of dark hair stuck to his damp skin. The usual confident set of his shoulders was gone, replaced by the trembling exhaustion of someone who had just fought for his life. "Are

Third Person POV Nerves ate at Deborah, making her stand on her feet. The sudden movement sent a wave of dizziness through her head, and she had to steady herself for a moment against the edge of his nightstand. The wood was smooth and cool under her palm, grounding her as adrenaline continued to course through her system. As she did, Liam stood to his feet as well, the mattress springs creaking softly as he rose. The bandage on his chest caught the lamplight, a small white square that reminded them both of what had just happened outside. "Caleb isn't the one for me," she said as her fingers pressed against the empty bandage wrap. The cardboard felt rough and dry under her nervous touch, and she could hear the faint crackling sound it made as she squeezed it."Yes, finally," Liam said with a small smile playing on his lips. Relief washed over his features like sunrise breaking through clouds, and she could see the tension leaving his shoulders for the first time all evening. "Who is

Using his tongue, Liam pushed gently against her lips until she granted him entrance, and the moment their tongues met, warmth spread through both of their bodies like honey in sunlight. The kiss deepened naturally, and Deborah felt her knees grow weak as every nerve in her body seemed to come alive at once. Liam's hands trembled slightly as he held her face, and she could feel his heartbeat racing against her chest where they pressed together."Deborah," he whispered against her lips, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. His voice was rough with emotion, and she could see the question there - the need to make sure she was okay, that she wanted this as much as he did."I'm a bit nervous," she admitted quietly, her fingers playing with the edge of the bandage on his chest. "But I want this. I want you."His expression softened completely, and he pressed his forehead against hers. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring.

Liam's POVAs soon as I closed my room door, I walked back into my room with a bright smile on my face. The sound of the door clicking shut seemed to seal in all the happiness that was bubbling up inside me like champagne. I couldn't stop grinning like an idiot as I leaned back against the cool wood, replaying every moment of the past few hours in my mind. The scent of Deborah's perfume still lingered in the air, mixing with the smell of my shampoo and the faint traces of the antiseptic she'd used on my cut. It was a combination that would forever remind me of this perfect night.God, I was in love. Not the puppy love kind of infatuation I'd thought I felt before, but the real, earth-moving, life-changing kind of love that poets write about. The kind that makes you feel like you could conquer the world or die happy just knowing you'd experienced it once. And the most incredible part was that she loved me back. Deborah actually loved me back.I ran my hands through my damp hair, still