Page 113 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
He smirked, “Oh yeah? Well, we both have got to admit you’re tiny.”
“Well, we all can’t be gorillas like yourself,” I huffed.
He put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close as he planted a kiss on my forehead. I leaned into him, the comfort from his touch soothing the storm of emotions inside of me.
“So why are we going into the woods at dark…?” I asked.
“That’s what the girl always asks the charming killer,” he said, giving me a smirk, but it faded quickly and he slowed down. “With my unpredictable emotions, maybe we shouldn’t do this…”
“Hey… I can handle myself, and you will be okay. We are doing this,” I said firmly placing my hands on his hipbone as I stared up at him. He seemed to be struggling with himself, but finally agreed. Nodding, he carried on walking and took my hand. He threaded his fingers with mine and I smiled gently. The old Liam was in there… “So, will you not tell me where you’re taking me?”
“Patience, love,” he said, glancing down at me. I frowned, seeing some light up ahead. I realised he had brought me to Grandma Amelia’s cottage.
“We’re going in here?” I asked.
He reached into his pocket. I couldn’t help but stare at the front of his jeans, looking away quickly before he spotted me. He unlocked the door, and I stopped dead in my tracks at the warm, welcoming scene before me.
The glow of the lights and the smell of freshly baked Victoria sponge cake filled the air as soft music played in the background. The place was spotless; a new fluffy beige throw was draped over the sofa with a few cushions in shades of purple on the couch, which were definitely not Grandma Amy’s. The table had a dark purple tablecloth over it with a shimmery beige runner through the middle, set up with a few lanterns and an arrangement of fresh flowers in the centre. The fact that he had decorated in purple made it clear that it was for me.
There were a few things set out on the table; a thermos, two mugs, a can of spray cream, some sprinkles, and a Victoria sponge cake decorated with sliced strawberries, a cake that I knew Liam had baked.
Liam had set up a date for us.
The surge of emotions that consumed me made me look up at him. I pulled him close by the shirt, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly. My heart was thumping as I didn’t know what to feel and hugged him tightly.
“It’s not much, Bite-size,” he said, standing straight and lifting me off my feet in the process, his arms around my waist. I looked into his eyes. Despite everything we were going through, he still took the time to do this…
“I thought you would be busy with Zack and Damon. How did you find the time to do this?” He locked the door behind us and gave me a small smirk.
“Actually, I was working as I baked and cleaned this place up,” he said, jerking his head towards a large pile of papers that sat on the kitchen worktop.
“Good boy,” I said, patting his cheek. He gave me a look, prodding my cheek.
“It’s only cake, though. I was thinking I should have gotten some food, but I was a bit stretched on time… and I remember you once joked about it, so…”
He remembered… Goddess…
FIVE YEARS AGO
“I don’t get why you baked just one cake,” I complained, looking at the cake he had sliced into four. “I’m a growing girl, I need a cake all to myself!”
“Growing from where? You’re not even five feet,” Damon teased, making me frown. Kiara giggled.
“It’s a dessert, not a meal, Raven,” she said, taking a bite of Liam’s baked cake.
“Well, one day I want to have an entire cake for dinner, and I’m not sharing it! You owe me, Liam!”
“One day,” he replied, pushing his slice towards me.
“No, no! You have it!” I said, feeling guilty as I tried to hide my pink cheeks.
“I don’t actually want any,” he assured me, clearly amused.
“Oh, perfect,” I said, taking his share. All for me… My precious.
I stared at him. How was it that he remembered stuff like that?
“Thank you…” I said, staring at the table as he led me to it and pulled out a chair. “I love it.”
