When Liam wanted to be harsh, his words cut deep.
He was also brutally direct.
He never held back, having grown accustomed to a life of freedom.
Liliana bit her lip, silent for a long moment, before finally meeting his gaze. Deciding to just own it, she admitted frankly, “You’re right. I am afraid of repeating the same mistakes. So what? Don’t I have the right to choose that for myself?”
Liam stared at her and let out a low chuckle.
“It’s not a big deal. I’m not blaming you, Liliana. I just want to say...”
He suddenly leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table and propping his chin on his hands. His eyes bore into hers, a smile playing on his lips. “You don’t have to come out of your shell. Not one step. I’ll be the one to walk all the way to you.”
“I will walk steadily towards you. All you have to do is stay right where you are.”
Liam’s gaze softened, his tone laced with an almost imperceptible tenderness.
If one looked closely, they would even see the tips of his long fingers trembling slightly, as if from nervousness.
His voice, was now incredibly earnest. “Liliana.”
“I’m not joking with you. If you want to hide in your turtle shell, I won’t stop you.”
“But don’t you dare try to stop me. I’m not a kid anymore. I can make my own decisions. Just as you have your choices, so do I.”
He stared at her intently, feeling his own heart pounding like a drum against his ribs, so fast it felt like it might leap out of his chest.
His lips, thin and sensual, pressed into a firm line. His eyes grew darker, more profound, and a slow smile spread across his face.
Liam’s voice was a low drawl. “And my choice is...”
“If you hide in your turtle shell, then I’ll just pick up the whole shell and carry you with me, wherever I go.”
“...”
Her eyelid twitched.
His words were so overbearing.

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