The Chapstick Girl

Are You Cold

Amber's pov:

Looking around to make sure no one was looking or listening, I shoot Liam a glare while harshly whispering a "stop" as he continues to smirk at me creepily from across the table.

Ever since we've been seated, Liam has been eyeing Damien and I closely and listening in our conversations with that creepy smirk on his face.

At first, I was able to ignore it, being best friends with him since preschool had its advantages.

Plus, I knew he had some weird shipping obsession between Damien and I all in his head, ever since I told him about my crush on Damien a long time ago.

But as minutes passed by, I couldn't help but find his smirk to become a little freaky.

He looked like he was planning my funeral but also my wedding at the same time.

I also was afraid that Damien would notice, because I sure did.

I love Liam to death and all, but gosh, did I want to stab him with my fork.

Like the devil himself could read my mind, Liam whispers to me, "I feel like I am watching a romantic movie, the part right before the kissing scene occurs." He shoots me a wink and points at me before pointing at Damien while making kissy faces.

I couldn't help but sink down in my chair, completely embarrassed at the fact that anyone could have heard what he said.

And by anyone I mean as in Damien, who at this moment turns back towards me from his conversation with Luke, causing heat to suddenly rush back to my cheeks at the close proximity between us since our chairs were pretty close together.

"Do you know what you are getting?" He asks me, his breath slightly fanning over my neck as he leans closer to me to take a look at my menu.

"No... not yet." I let out a shaky breath, cursing at the fact that Liam was problem laughing from across the table at my shaken form.

"Me neither, I was kinda hoping you would persuade me." He looks up at me, a playful glint in his eyes as I shake my head, a smile tugging at my lips.

"Persuade you?" I play along.

"Well, I've heard that angels are always right." He whispers, running a hand through his hair, his eyes capturing mine in his welcoming ones.

I feel my heart start to quicken its pace, "Really? I wouldn't put that much trust in your angels then."

"My angels have been right so far."

"And what have they done that's been right?"

"Given me good advice, been there for me, saved my butt when I almost got kicked off my boxing team." My breath gets caught in my throat as he unknowingly nibbles on his bottom lip, causing my eyes to slowly drift down to his lips, before quickly flicking back up to his eyes.

"You might have some pretty amazing angels then."

"Well, it's actually just one pretty amazing angel, but don't tell her that I told you."

"Something tells me that she already knows."

"I must be in trouble then."

"You must be."

He was about to say something when he was quickly cut off, along with everyone else's conversations, by our waitress, who we quickly got to know of from when she gave us our drinks, "Excuse me, what can I get all of you to eat today?"