remained was the misery in his heart, but he had no idea now just what had caused it…surely it didn’t have to do with the girl?
What was it that I ever saw in her anyway? She’s so cold…
“I’m sorry you’re hurting, Rhiannon,” he told her, smiling as he rested his arms on his knees casually, ignoring the pain that continued to throb in his chest. She refused to look at him, and sat in silence as he continued. “Things just weren’t working out. I hope you won’t hate me too much…we can still be friends.”
She absorbed his words and felt the chill set in, covering her in frosty shivers that encased her in a shield of ice. So cold…she would never, ever be warm again.
“I think you’d like Stella if you met her, she’s great,” he continued, not seeing the single tear slip down her cheek. “Anyway, I’ll leave you alone, I’m sure you have work to do. Thanks for understanding.”
He patted her shoulder and got to his feet, leaving her to emotionally crumble to pieces on the steps behind him. If only he knew what he had done; it would have killed him.
When morning arrived, Liam woke to the voice in his head, telling him to go to Stella.
A sense of urgency accompanied the voice, so he didn’t even wait to have breakfast or tell anyone where he was going. He simply left.
He arrived in New Orleans and wandered into town, his hands tucked into his pockets and his mind filled with Stella’s face. In his head the voice kept repeating her name, over and over, until the excitement to see her consumed him. He couldn’t stay away from her that much he knew. She was just so wonderful…
Without even realizing how he knew where to find her, he wandered to a coffee shop in the historic French Quarter, and there she was, sitting at one of the little café tables on the outdoor patio, sipping a latte and reading a book.
Although his mind told him to be happy to see her, he felt quite the opposite feeling in his heart. But something told him not to worry about it, and so he simply didn’t.
“Stella,” he greeted as he sat across from her, the little voice instructing him to smile.
She glanced up from her book and smirked, closing it and setting it aside as her eyes met his.
“Hello, handsome.” She held her hand out gracefully, and he took it in his own and pressed a soft kiss to her skin, his eyes holding hers. It wasn’t until he’d made the gesture that his heart rolled over horribly and he had a brief moment of wondering why he had done it…but seeing her eyes had the question subsiding.
“Can I get you anything?” a waitress said suddenly as she approached, her sunny smile distracting him momentarily.
“I’ll have whatever she’s having.” He grinned back at Stella, although he had no idea why he was smiling.
Stella smirked again and took a sip of her drink, eyeing him over the rim of her coffee mug. When she pulled it away, she licked her upper lip delicately, pleased when his eyes followed the movement.
“I wasn’t sure I’d see you again,” she told him, setting her mug down and leaning in to grasp his hands in her own. “I had such a good time with you yesterday, until your family stole you away.”
They just don’t understand.
He grinned. “It’s okay, I’ve explained it all to them. They’ll get over it.”
“So what’s it like, this Euphora place you were telling me about?” She smiled up at the waitress as she dropped off Liam’s coffee, but made sure to meet his eyes again the moment the woman was gone. “Could you take me there?”
Why not? That way everyone could see how wonderful Stella is…
“Sure.” He took a sip of coffee as his face lit up with pleasure. It really was a grand idea, wasn’t it? Then they would all see…
Stella smiled and leaned over the table suddenly, tilting her face so that her lips brushed his seductively. He froze for a moment, something deep inside of him hesitating, before his mind urged him forward.
Kiss
What was it that I ever saw in her anyway? She’s so cold…
“I’m sorry you’re hurting, Rhiannon,” he told her, smiling as he rested his arms on his knees casually, ignoring the pain that continued to throb in his chest. She refused to look at him, and sat in silence as he continued. “Things just weren’t working out. I hope you won’t hate me too much…we can still be friends.”
She absorbed his words and felt the chill set in, covering her in frosty shivers that encased her in a shield of ice. So cold…she would never, ever be warm again.
“I think you’d like Stella if you met her, she’s great,” he continued, not seeing the single tear slip down her cheek. “Anyway, I’ll leave you alone, I’m sure you have work to do. Thanks for understanding.”
He patted her shoulder and got to his feet, leaving her to emotionally crumble to pieces on the steps behind him. If only he knew what he had done; it would have killed him.
When morning arrived, Liam woke to the voice in his head, telling him to go to Stella.
A sense of urgency accompanied the voice, so he didn’t even wait to have breakfast or tell anyone where he was going. He simply left.
He arrived in New Orleans and wandered into town, his hands tucked into his pockets and his mind filled with Stella’s face. In his head the voice kept repeating her name, over and over, until the excitement to see her consumed him. He couldn’t stay away from her that much he knew. She was just so wonderful…
Without even realizing how he knew where to find her, he wandered to a coffee shop in the historic French Quarter, and there she was, sitting at one of the little café tables on the outdoor patio, sipping a latte and reading a book.
Although his mind told him to be happy to see her, he felt quite the opposite feeling in his heart. But something told him not to worry about it, and so he simply didn’t.
“Stella,” he greeted as he sat across from her, the little voice instructing him to smile.
She glanced up from her book and smirked, closing it and setting it aside as her eyes met his.
“Hello, handsome.” She held her hand out gracefully, and he took it in his own and pressed a soft kiss to her skin, his eyes holding hers. It wasn’t until he’d made the gesture that his heart rolled over horribly and he had a brief moment of wondering why he had done it…but seeing her eyes had the question subsiding.
“Can I get you anything?” a waitress said suddenly as she approached, her sunny smile distracting him momentarily.
“I’ll have whatever she’s having.” He grinned back at Stella, although he had no idea why he was smiling.
Stella smirked again and took a sip of her drink, eyeing him over the rim of her coffee mug. When she pulled it away, she licked her upper lip delicately, pleased when his eyes followed the movement.
“I wasn’t sure I’d see you again,” she told him, setting her mug down and leaning in to grasp his hands in her own. “I had such a good time with you yesterday, until your family stole you away.”
They just don’t understand.
He grinned. “It’s okay, I’ve explained it all to them. They’ll get over it.”
“So what’s it like, this Euphora place you were telling me about?” She smiled up at the waitress as she dropped off Liam’s coffee, but made sure to meet his eyes again the moment the woman was gone. “Could you take me there?”
Why not? That way everyone could see how wonderful Stella is…
“Sure.” He took a sip of coffee as his face lit up with pleasure. It really was a grand idea, wasn’t it? Then they would all see…
Stella smiled and leaned over the table suddenly, tilting her face so that her lips brushed his seductively. He froze for a moment, something deep inside of him hesitating, before his mind urged him forward.
Kiss
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