Hot For Teacher(18)

“I want to know everything there is to know about you, Haley.” He smiles wide, but then gets a rather serious, but sexy look on his face.

“Everything, huh?” I smile back, not sure if he truly wants to know everything there is to know about me, but in all honesty, there’s not a lot to tell. “You sure about that? It’s not that pretty.”

He scoots closer to me then leans in and gives me a kiss. “Everything. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m very attracted to you. I want to know you inside…and out.”

Oh, my freaking God! He wants to know me inside and out! How in the hell am I supposed to respond to that! I’m sure my face shows exactly what I’m feeling right now. “Liam…I haven’t really talked to anyone about my life.”

He nods his head. “Just tell me what you’re comfortable with, then. I’ll take whatever you’ll give me. I really want to know.”

I watch his face for a moment for any signs that he’s not being true to his word before I let my guard down. “Okay…if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure,” he says, rolling over onto his back, placing his arms behind his head and watches to see what I’m going to do.

I readjust myself so my head is resting on his stomach, making myself comfortable. “So…” I start, and tell him about myself…about my life growing up. I didn’t tell him all the little details because he really doesn’t need to know that. He stops me periodically and asks me questions. Some are more personal than others, but I’m finding it rather easy to talk to him. I don’t feel like I have anything to hide when I’m with Liam. As odd as it sounds, I trust him…maybe more than I should.

“So…now it’s your turn. Tell me all about Liam.” I turn my head and see him smile down at me.

“Well, there’s not that much to tell. After listening to everything you just told me, we have a lot more in common than you might think.”

We lay here on the blanket all afternoon and well into the evening talking back and forth. Liam tells me his entire life story, and he was right, we do have more in common than what I first thought. I was born into a family that didn’t love me and made it a point to tell me. Liam grew up in foster care, and he doesn’t know who his real parents are. It saddens me to think that such a fun-loving guy doesn’t know where he came from and yet part of me envies him. There were several times when I wished that I didn’t know my parents. He moved from home to home whether he did something wrong or not. Just when he thought that he had found the right one and began to get comfortable with his new family, the system would uproot him and move him somewhere else. Starting over each and every time with a new family, new schools, and knowing that you probably wouldn’t be there long enough to make friends had to be extremely hard on him at such a young age. I stop him every now and then and ask him questions like he did me…giving me an honest answer every time. The way his tone would change when he answered my questions, or began telling me more, led me to believe that he wasn’t holding back. It was almost as if he wanted me to see the real Liam. It was his way of telling me that he felt comfortable enough with me to tell me his story. I have a feeling there aren’t many people who know everything that happened in his childhood.

I roll over and scoot up closer to Liam, resting my head on his outstretched arm. He curls his arm around me, effectively pulling me closer to him.

“All better now?” He gives me a little chuckle as he asks, then kisses the top of my head.

I scoot a little closer then toss an arm and one leg over his. “I am now.”

I close my eyes and listen to his heartbeat. His grip on me loosens and then he starts rubbing circles on my lower back, just above my jeans.

“You’ve probably figured out that we’re all…how should I put this…that we’re very comfortable with each other at the house.”

I just nod my head, waiting to see if he’s going to continue or not.

“Did you enjoy that night with the girls, Haley?” he asks in his low sexy voice.

I close my eye and take a deep breath. Did I enjoy that night? “Yes.”

“Can I ask you something else?” He keeps rubbing my back, occasionally swooping his hand down and rubbing it across my ass.

“Yes, but only if I get to ask you something in return.”

He chuckles. “Fair enough. Does it bother you? I mean, all of us being so friendly with each other?”

“I’m gonna ask my question before I answer that.”

“Okay…shoot.” He says, still his hand for a moment.