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His arms are wrapped around me and I snuggle into his body. His scars touch my shoulder and his lips travel all over my neck.
“Liam,” I groan when I realize that I need to have an honest conversation with him. “I lived in his house for the past month.”
“I know,” he says softly and strokes my hair.
“Doesn’t it bother you?” I ask anxiously.
“No,” he answers and lies down on his back.
The sudden withdrawal of his touch shocks me. I turn around and lie on top of him, placing my head on his chest and closing his arms around me. “But how come it doesn’t bother you? Don’t you want to know if—”
“No,” he cuts me off and strokes my hair again. “I know that nothing I should care about happened.”
“How do you know that?” I raise my head and look at him curiously. “And how did you know I was staying with him?”
He runs his thumb over my lower lip and looks at me intensely. “Elena, I knew where you were and what you were doing at each given moment.” I stare at him, amazed and he smiles. “And I wasn’t worried. I knew you wouldn’t let him touch you.” His hands are holding onto my hips and he is stroking the sides of my back. “You’re addicted.” His smile grows wide. “Luckily not to that crap that people sniff. You’re addicted to me, and there’s no way that that geek would be able to replace me.”
“I’m not an addict!” I shake my head in disgust at his choice of words. “I’m here by choice.”
“No, you’re not,” he answers smugly. “You didn’t choose to come back to me. You had no choice because you’re addicted to me.”
“Stop using that word.” I put my hands on his chest and try to get up, but he wraps his arms around me and locks me in. “Why can’t you call it love?” I put my head back on his chest.
“Love.” He laughs. “Love is the greatest addiction in nature.” He pulls me up until my head is against his. “My name is Liam and I’m an addict.” He says in a serious tone of voice. “I’m addicted to my crazy Duchess, and I really don’t want to be rehabilitated.”
I stare at him, feeling so much and then start laughing. “I think that’s the most romantic thing anyone ever said to me.” I kiss his lips and feel his body reawakening. I stretch my hand out towards his erection and allow myself another hour of sweet intoxicating passion. He’s right, it really is an addiction. When we collapse onto each other in satisfaction, I don’t even have the strength to pull the blanket over me. I lie on my stomach and yawn.
He goes to the shower and when he comes out, he dries himself in front of the window.
“Liam,” I mumble, “how did you know I was giving a class today?”
“Your mother told me,” he answers, and I hear him closing the curtain.
I must be dreaming already… I smile to myself through a sleepy haze. Only this can explain why it seemed to me, that he said my mom sent him back to me.