"Ava, love."
"Don’t ‘Ava, love’ me, Liam," lacing my fingers together, placing my hands on the table in front of me and slowing my speech, I pronounce each word with distinct emphasis,
"I. Want. To. Know. Why. You. Lied. To. Me!"
A look of complete devastation fills his face before he stands up, moving his chair in his wake and coming over to where I’m sitting. Raising my head to see his eyes, he lowers his arms and pulls me out of my chair and into his embrace, the soothing smell of grass and wood filling me. When I don’t immediately pull away, he moves his hands and presses his warm palms over my face, tilting it, his thumb gently stroking the skin in an intimate gesture. His dark brown eyes filling with familiar tenderness, he draws my face closer and plants his warm lips to mine. O
