Lyra
It came as a surprise. Asking Liam to stay. Kissing him before even asking.
He looked at me like he was waiting for me to take back what I’d said, but I didn’t. I stayed quiet and waited for him to answer.
A minute passed, yes, I counted the 60 seconds, and when he didn’t give one, I concluded that he would say no.
That—
“Are you sure?” His question startled me. But most importantly, his hand, which had lifted to my cheek and was now stroking it, startled me even more.
I swallowed. “Yes.”
“Okay.”
With that, he took my hand and, without another word, led me to my room. When we got in, he stopped, giving me the go-ahead to open it and probably tell him to leave while I still couldn’t.
I didn’t.
With shaky fingers, I turned the knob, and we entered.
“So what now?” He br
