"How do—what? You just met me"
"Danielle, I find you very unique. When I laid eyes on you, I could tell you were different. When I find something unique, I look at every little detail." His gaze goes back to the TV
"I don't get you"
"Oh ,many people don't" He chuckles furrowing his brows at the screen
"Oh, but I will" I mimic him
"I doubt it princess"
"Oh yea? Try me" I cross my arms
"I'll bite" He shifts his gaze to me
"You are pretty basic, well from your clothing choice. You don't try to fit in, nor stand out. You are just you. You have this whole I could care less attitude; and I don't know why. You have all of these tattoos in weird places almost as if you are covering some part of you, I may be wrong they probably all just tell a story. You don't like talking about your personal life, which means something traumatic must have happened, or you just don't trust me. Oh and you also tug on you lip ring when you are observing. Oh and lastly you are muscular as hell, you must work out; and you used to play some sport. So Mr. Archer, how did I do?" An amused smile played on his face
"Not bad Miss Ray, not bad. Now that I think about it, you don't like talking about your personal life at all. My instincts are telling me it has something to do with a boy"
"Hmm" I lay back down snuggling back into him
"You know, soon you will be mine" His rest his hands on my shoulder
"Keep dreaming buddy boy, you aren't my type"
"Boys in ballet tights aren't a type just so you know" He mumbles
"They are my type" I narrow my eyes at him
"So all I have to do is put on tights and prance around to be your type?" He laughs
"I would love to see that, and oh they do not prance around"
"So you just admitted to wanting to see me in tights? Now who is the kinky one?" He pinched my cheek
"Shut up and watch the movie" I groan looking at the screen, I watch the movie for a bit and I feel myself getting sleepy. My conscious is telling me not to go to sleep, because I will probably snore like my grandpa. My body betrays me!
I wake up to a hard surface and light snoring. I rub my eyes trying to sit up but something is holding me back. I look down seeing arms wrapped around me. I furrow my eyebrows looking around. It all hits me like a bag of tampons. Liam's hair is scattered over his face. I take the time to sink in his facial features, they are really strong. His jaw structure is sharp and nice, he looks at peace. I reach to touch his face but then his hand stops me
"Staring and touching is rude love" He opens his eyes looking at me
"I thought that stuff only happened in movies" I pouted
"I felt you move around" He inhales deeply running his fingers through his hair
"What time is it?" I ask watching him reach for his phone
"11:30" He mutters
"Oh no!" I spring out of the bed grabbing my things. I look at my phone seeing numerous missed calls and text from Dylan "Dylan is going to kill me" I whine grabbing my purse
"And your parents won't?" He asks with an amused smile on his face
"They think I spent the night with Bri"
"I will walk you out" He gets out of the bed walking to me
He opens his door walking out while I follow. We make our way downstairs heading to the door.
"Oh well this is interesting" I nearly piss myself when I see his mom
YOU ARE READING
Obsessed with Perfection
Romance"If I asked you to name everything that you love, just how long will it take for you to name yourself? " His words made my knees weaken, my breathing faltered "That's the thing Liam, how can I? How can a girl who will never be good enough love her...
