He’s suddenly being so sincere that I don’t know how to react.
And the fact alone that he’s rubbing my wrists makes me feel all warm and … fuzzy.
Which is definitely wrong as hell.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask.
“Because I take care of what’s mine.”
Goddamn, there’s that blush again. I just can’t keep it at bay, no matter how hard I try.
But worst of all is the devilish smile that follows on his face whenever he spots it.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say.
“Like what?”
“Like you think I’m … I don’t know.”
He tilts his head. “Cute?”
Oh, God.
I pull my hands away and hide my face. That’s how embarrassed I am right now.
Why is this so goddamn hard?
It’s not supposed to be like this.
This captivity thing wasn’t supposed to be this … complicated and confusing.
Suddenly, he splits my hands apart sideways, peeking in through the slit, entering my lonely world as if it comes easy to him.
“Don’t hide that pretty face from me,” he says. “You have to stop trying to be so tough all the time.”
He’s so close to my face that I could almost taste him. And it actually makes my heart beat a million miles an hour.
“I … I don’t understand,” I mutter. “Why are you so nice to me all of a sudden?”
“Because I don’t want to be a monster,” he replies, and it breaks me.
Completely.
Because this … this is the Liam I remember.
His lips part. “All I want is for you to be mine.”
I close my eyes and snort. “But you already made me yours. I’m here. I said I’d stay.”
He grabs my chin. “I want more.”
“Well, you could’ve taken it,” I say. “You roped me down and hung me from a tree. You could’ve easily—”
Liam plants a finger on my lips. “And that’s exactly why I didn’t.”
I stare at him in shock.
Is this … why he asked me if I was a virgin?