One More Chance (Part 2)(14)

“Fine, how about you live in it until your next semester is over?” he asks trying to be reasonable.

“Why?”

“Hails, where the hell are you going to go? You can’t move into the sorority house at this time, there’s no bedrooms and good luck finding an apartment at this time of the year.”

“Fuck,” I say, feeling stupid because he’s right.

“Plus, you don’t live alone. You leave, that’s going to make Quinn think she needs to leave too and then you are both stuck with nowhere to go.”

“I hate you sometimes,” I seethe.

“I know,” he says with a sexy smirk, “Text Quinn and let her know she doesn’t have to race back here to pack.”

“How do you know that I sent her a text?”

“I know you.”

“Why are you here?”

“I told you why.”

“No, you could have called.”

“I did call, someone wouldn’t answer her fucking phone.”

“I didn’t want to talk to you.”

“Yet here we are talking,” he says with a smile, “You should probably get some sleep Hails.”

“Yeah, you too,” I say as I text Quinn to let her know she doesn’t have to come back, we aren’t moving. “Hey,” I say as I turn to Liam who is lying down on my bed fast asleep. “Well shit,” I say as I get up to put the blinds down to make it dark in my room before going and shutting the door. I crawl into bed under my covers and fall fast asleep.

Sometime in the middle of my sleep, I feel strong arms wrap around me and I can’t help but snuggle back wanting to get closer. “Mmmm,” I hear as fingers move to the waistband of my pants before entering into my panties, rubbing at my core.

I turn slowly catching his lips wanting more; I explore his mouth as he explores mine, while trying to shed clothing. Once his cock is free I grip him, stroking him up and down; it doesn’t take long for him to get fully erect. I continue stroking him until he moves to settle between my thighs. He rubs his ever ready erection along my wet folds before he thrusts into my aching core, causing me to moan loudly. He starts moving faster, thrusting into me, “Harder,” I moan, causing him to moan before he starts thrusting harder and harder into me.

I lean up capturing his lips with mine as I meet him thrust for powerful thrust until we are both panting. We both collapse with him behind me holding me tightly against his chiseled body.

Not sure how long I slept, but I wake up and try to figure out where I am, then I realize I’m in my bed. Moving to grab my cell phone, to check the time, “What the hell?” I ask as I realize I’m naked. I look beside me to find a sleeping Liam. Pulling up the covers, I see his naked ass. I hop out of bed grabbing a pair of yoga pants and a shirt, throwing them on quickly as I make my way to the living room. “What the hell did I do last night?” I say to myself, trying to recall what the fuck happened. After twenty minutes of trying to figure it out, I give up and decide to get some more rest as I fall back to sleep on the couch.

A while later I’m woken up by Liam, “Hey, why are you sleeping on the couch?” he asks as he takes a seat on the chair.

“Oh, because you fell asleep last night, I mean this morning and I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Did I complain about it being hot in here?” he asks, looking confused.

“No why?” I ask feeling lost.

“Oh, no reason.”

“Are you sure?” I ask with a confused look.

“I must have gotten hot at some point, because I woke up naked. Then again, it’s pretty damn warm in here now too.”

“Are you getting sick?” I ask playing it off, hoping we didn’t sleep together. I remember parts of it, but I thought it was a dream. I know we both had lack of sleep, but could we have had sex and neither of us remember it?

“I don’t think so,” he says as he stands up to adjust the thermostat, “It is warm in here, I’m not crazy. It should cool off now,” he says as he takes a seat.

“Okay.”

“Hails, do you think we can be friends or at least try to get along when we are around one another?” he asks softly.

“Yes.”

“I’m serious,” he says with a stern look.

“I know and I’m saying we can. It’s not like we’re really going to see each other anyway,” I state truthfully.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m here in Michigan, you’re in Minnesota, I’m going to London in May for the summer, so I probably won’t see you until next year around this time,” I admit.

“Shit,” he says running his hands through his hair.