Bree's Perspective
Liam caught up with me to the porch with the bag I had packed in one hand, and his house key in the other. He swung the bag strap around his shoulder and placed the house key into the lock turning it to the right. He opened the door rather quickly and proceeded to walk in through the seating area, placing my bag on a huge white sofa.
After a few minutes of silence, I whispered.

"Thank you"

"For what?" He asked walking closer.

"For...Everything" I admitted.

He chuckled. "You don't ever have to thank me" He said looking straight into my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked softly.
He stepped even closer. We were now only centimeters apart.
He leaned into my lips, and i quickly rejected him by turning to the side. He pulled back slowly. In shock almost.

"I'm sorry. I thought we-" I cut him off my crashing my lips into his.
What the fuck am I doing? I like him but-OH MY GOD. I like him. I like Liam.

He leans further into the kiss and pushes me up against the wall. I wrap my arms around his neck and his hands slide down to my thighs picking me up in one swift motion.

And then we hear it.
The door bell.

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