Chapter 33: No Sh!t, I'll Have You

                                    

                                          



Note: Sex. Unapologetic and detailed. You've been warned so please proceed with caution.



                          
~ [Evelyn] ~



                          
"Where are we going?" I asked Liam impatiently as I watched him focus on the road ahead, where the sun was only beginning to inch near the horizon. We were driving in the direction of home, but I couldn't think of any specific place in our hometown that he would want to take me. I don't live there anymore, and I don't know what's changed in the year that I was gone.
                          
"We're almost there, love," he responded calmly as he made a turn into my old neighborhood.
                          
"Wait..." I murmured as he parked in front of my old house, which had a For Sale sign in the front. I jumped out of my seat and rested a hand on the post hanging the sign as I stared at the house. It was exactly the same as I had left it.
                          
The beige colored walls had white windows sprinkled here and there. The front door was white with golden knobs. The shrubs in the front weren't as green as they used to be, but the peonies were still there.
                          
I gasped lightly as I took in the whole view, feeling Liam's hand intertwine with mine. When I turned, I saw that he was also looking at the house in awe, like it was his heaven, like it was his home. 
                          
For my entire junior year, it kind of was his home. He never really had any family around and so being at my place kind of filled that hole, although I'm sure he had Mason's family before I came along. We used to have board game nights every Sunday and Liam always let me win on purpose. He didn't know that I knew, but I wasn't stupid.
                          
"Why are we here?" I asked him.
                          
"Come on, I'll tell you inside," he answered quietly as he ushered me toward the front door while pulling out his keys.
                          
Why does he have the keys?
                          
He fumbled for the right key and opened the door to an empty living room. I didn't like seeing it this way, where all the furniture was unfamiliar, too white and too clean. Generic photos of obviously fake happy people were hung on the walls. Everything looked perfect, but just a little off.
                          
Without a second thought, my feet led me up the stairs and to my room, with Liam right behind me. Despite the living room looking wrong, my room looked exactly the same: the bed, the sheets, the decorations, the colors, everything. Everything was home in this room.
                          
"Oh my god," I gasped as I stepped closer to my bed.
                          
"I didn't get the sheets wrong, right? God I felt like a creep trying to remember the color of your sheets."
                          
I turned around with watery eyes and smiled at Liam. He sheepishly scratched the back of his head as an awkward smile reached his lips.
                          
"How did you do it?" I breathed out a question, an incredulous look on my face.
                          
"Um, I called the real estate company and asked them for a favor. Then I shopped somethings that looked familiar since they changed some parts of the room and I wanted it to feel like your room again," he shrugged and I threw my arms around him.
                          
"Thank you, Liam," I pulled back and smirked at him, "You're so sweet, like a lollipop. Guess you really are lickable."
                          
He sent a smirk back and I almost melted at how handsome this man in my arms is. His flirty lips parted and whispered, "Don't lick me just yet. There's more."