Irresistible
chapter thirteen
She groans as her phone
vibrates against her, making her headache even worse. She gets up
quickly then winces at the sharp pain in her head.
"Worse hangover ever." She mumbles and reaches for her
phone, frowning at all of Liam's texts and calls.
Her face flushes from anger then embarrassment and then anger
again.
Liam promised he wouldn't sleep with her. He promised that he
loved Kennedy with all of his heart.
There was a sharp pain in her chest when she stumbles off the bed
and on the cold floor. She groans when the doorbell starts to
ring continuously, cursing herself for drinking and promising
that she would never do it again (what a laugh).
"I'm coming, geez." She brings her hand to her
pounding head; the headache now worse no thanks to the constant
banging on the door. She swings the door open, frowning when the
wood hits the wall.
"I thought you were dead!" Liam's voice fills her
ears, the stabbing in her chest coming back.
"Why are you here?" Kennedy frowns at him and even
considers slamming the door in his face, but doesn't.
"Like I said, I thought you were
dead!" Liam groans and pushes passed Kennedy and
leans against the kitchen counter.
How could he just welcome himself in? He wasn't welcome here,
Kennedy made that very clear last night.
"I don't need you checking up on me. I'm
fine."
Just as the words leave her lips, she's moaning in pain and
pushing her index fingers on her temples. Liam quickly rushes to
her aid and guides her over to the couch, forcing her to lay
down.
"I'm fine."
"Doesn't seem like it."
"Well I am."
"Really?"
"Yes!"
She doesn't remember when she left and slammed the door to
her room shut. She throws herself on her bed, trying to make her
sobs as quiet as possible.
"I didn't mean to make you upset." Liam frowns at
Kennedy's body, her shoulders shaking from the obvious
crying.
"You mean just now? Or last night?" She wipes her eyes
on her pillow, leaving a few mascara stains, sits up and stares
at Liam's eyes.
"Both."
He holds her hand (wait how did he get over to her so fast?) and
Kennedy's mind starts racing. Should she let go? Should she
slap him? No, see what he does. So she waits, waits for
Liam's next move.
Lips come crashing against hers as they both fall to the bed.
It's all so wrong, Kennedy thinks.
She lets go and leaves the bed, not seeing Liam's eyes fill
with the tears he was about to shed.
If she would have turned around, she would have seen Liam
stretching his arms out to her, longing for her to melt into
them. If she would have turned around, she would have seen the
tears streaming down Liam's face uncontrollably. But she
didn't.
She learned her lesson and got her heart torn in two; now
it's time for Liam to do the same.
