Catching Liam (Good Girls Don't) (18 page)

chapter twenty-six

We spent the day in bed, finally abandoning it to throw away our take-out boxes and stretch our legs. Jess hadn’t shown her face in the apartment yet, and I knew she was giving Liam and I space to talk about things. She was probably going to be disappointed to hear we spent most of our time doing it instead. Liam hummed as he deposited forks into the dishwasher, and I watched him with barely contained amazement. My first real memories of him were in this kitchen with MeMa’s crocheted dish towels. He turned and caught me staring at him.

“What wicked things are you devising?” he asked me.

“I was just appreciating the show,” I said. In fact, I was. Watching Liam bend over in his boxer briefs was turning me to a puddle on the bar stool.

“I promise I will take you back to bed if—” he paused and leaned down on the counter to face me—”you call your mom.”

“You know how to kill the mood,” I muttered. “I don’t know why you’d want me to talk to her. She was horrible to you.”

Tara hadn’t bothered to return after her dramatic exit from the hospital. There was no apology to me or Liam. One second, she wanted me to settle down with Liam, and the next, she was accusing him of causing my episode. It was enough to give me whiplash. I had nothing to say to her.

“She was, but she was also upset and worried about you. That’s something I can understand. She’s your mom, chicken.”

“When you call me chicken in these situations, it sounds like you’re saying I’m being a coward,” I pointed out.

“You are the bravest person I know,” Liam said in a soft voice. “But you are being a chicken shit about this.”

“Chicken shit?” I repeated.

“It’s one American phrase I quite like,” he said. Liam pushed my iPhone into my hand.

I threw him a dirty look as I pulled up Tara’s contact and pressed call. I wandered into the bedroom and shut my door in case things got heated. The phone rang four times, and I was prepping to leave a message when she picked up.

“Hello.” Even her greeting sounded like I was putting her out.

“Hi, Mom. How are you?” It was possibly the stupidest way to start a conversation with my own mother, especially given how we left things at the hospital, but I didn’t know what else to say.

“I’m fine. Busy.” Her tone was clipped and cold, so not much different than usual.

“I thought we should talk,” I said. Part of me hoped she would just hang up on me.

“I suppose.”

So much for that.

There was a long pause where neither of us spoke. Tara finally broke the silence. “What did you want to say?”

“I know things got out of control at the hospital, but I wanted you to know that Dr. Fales has referred me to a therapist that is covered under our insurance, and I picked up all my new prescriptions.” It was all factual information. Safe information. I got the impression that Liam wanted me to apologize to her, but there was no way that was going to happen.

“And school?” she asked.

“I’m talking with my professors tomorrow. I’m sure I can get extensions so I can keep my grades up,” I promised her.

Thankfully she refrained from commenting on my past GPAs. “What about next semester?”

“I want to stay in Olympic Falls.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Are you staying for that boy?” she asked.

“He has a name. He’s not
that boy
!” I exploded, kicking my closet door, which actually hurt. I winced and hopped over to the bed.

“It’s a simple question, Jillian,” Tara said in a steady voice, not matching her volume to mine. “I don’t want you throwing your life away on some boy.”

“You were the one who told me I was—how did you put it—‘Going through boys like tissues?’” I paused and willed myself to calm down. “It would be throwing away my life to move back home and live in my parents’ house.”

“Do you think we actually want you to move back home? Your father and I enjoy our empty nest.”

Of course, they were enjoying it. They’d practically thrown a party when I announced I was moving out of state for college. Tara has already turned my bedroom into a guest suite complete with travel-size toiletries that I was not allowed to use when I visited. “You’re sending me mixed signals. One second you want me to move home, but you don’t really. You like Liam, but you hate him. Why would I ever want to come home?”

“I don’t appreciate being spoken to like this.”

“I don’t appreciate you trying to control my life.”

“Then pay your own bills,” Tara suggested.

“I will go to the financial aid office first thing in the morning,” I said. I hadn’t been forced to take student loans out before this, so it wouldn’t kill me to have three semesters of debt when I left school.

“I want you to be serious about something.” It was implicit from her tone that she meant serious about anything other than a boy.

This phone call was going about as I expected it to, but I wasn’t ready to give up yet. “I know you are worried about Liam, but you shouldn’t be. We aren’t eloping. I’m not running away to Scotland. He takes care of me without expecting me to be totally dependent on him. He makes me laugh and still forces me to be serious. So you should want him to stick around as long as possible, because he’s not just good for me, he’s saving me.”

Tara sighed into the phone. “I’m glad to hear you say that. I just...he’s going back to Scotland, Jillian. It nearly broke you when you two fought. I don’t want to keep finding you in the hospital.”

“I’m not rearranging my life for him. I’m adding him into it for as long as possible. We could be together for a week or for a year or for the rest of our lives. But no matter what happens, I’m going to be a better person when I come out the other side because I love him.”

“And he loves you?” Tara asks softly.

“Yeah, he does.” There was a moment of hesitation in my response. Liam loved me, even when he shouldn’t. “I tried to keep him away. You know what MeMa always says? Liam has sticking power.”

“Good.” It sounded like that was really hard for her to say. “If you want to stay at Olympic State, I can support that if...”

“If?” I prompted, more than a little surprised that she’d given in this easily.

“If you pass all of your classes this semester.” She stopped and waited for me to respond.

That was going to be a problem. I’d missed enough classes that Markson didn’t have to do shit to help me out. I was completely at his mercy, but I wasn’t about to tell Tara that. “My grades are fine.”

“I hope so, because I can’t support you staying there if you aren’t going to be serious. Take a page from Jess’s book—”

“I have to go, Mom,” I cut her off before she could launch into a description of Jess’s many redeeming qualities. Ones I didn’t share with my best friend.

“Okay. Your father wants me to ask you if you’re coming home for Christmas?”

I paused, considering this request. I always went home for Christmas, but this year I had a reason to stay in Olympic Falls. Nothing sounded better than staying in my apartment with Liam over break, but maybe Tara and I needed some healing time. “I will on one condition.”

“Which is?” she asked.

“Liam is coming with me. He has no family here.”

“That’s a pretty big commitment,” she said.

Was it? “I know.”

“As long as you sleep in separate bedrooms and stay out of the bathroom.”

By my count that left at least six other rooms in the house that I could nail him in. “Deal. I’ll call you later.”

“Good night.” There was some hesitation before she added, “I love you.”

I was so shocked that I barely managed to respond. Tara was not the type to show her emotions. It was the first time she’d ended a call this way. I shoved my iPhone in my pocket and left my room, feeling triumphant and despondent as the same time.

“How did it go?” Liam asked. He held out a fisted hand.

I opened my palm and he dropped a round of meds into it. “Are you my new medication alarm?”

“I want to be helpful,” he said slowly. “If you’d rather—”

“Thank you,” I said. It was a sweet gesture, and one I shouldn’t take for granted.

“No, thank you,” he said, hooking his fingers into my waistband and drawing me close to him. “Thank you for letting me take care of you. I know that’s hard for you.”

“It’s getting easier,” I admitted. I couldn’t help but like that he cared enough to worry about getting me my medication.

“And as a reward.” He held up his other fist. This time he dropped three multi-colored Chiclets into my palm.

“Excellent.” I pushed onto my tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss.

“Do you actually like that stuff?” he asked me as I ventured into the kitchen for a glass of water. One of the pills was roughly the size of a horse tranquilizer. It would be a while before I was able to get it down dry.

“Not in the beginning,” I admitted. “I didn’t want people to know I was taking pills. If someone asked, I offered them a Chiclet. But I’m now genuinely addicted.”

“I was thinking I could help you with a new addiction.” Liam leaned against the kitchen wall and beckoned me with his finger. Standing there in his form-fitting boxers and thin t-shirt, he looked more like a Calvin Klein ad than anyone had a right to in real life.

“I like my addiction. Maybe you should get your own.”

“I will gladly steal those Chiclets from your mouth,” he offered. A thrill shivered through my body at the memory. I sauntered toward him, trying my best to pout but failing miserably.

“You look constipated,” Liam told me with a laugh.

“I’m being sexy,” I said.

“You don’t need to try. You are sexy no matter what you’re doing.”

“Unless I’m trying to be sexy.”

“The world might collapse into the whole of space and time if you actually managed to act sexy at your current hotness level,” he said. He reached forward and grabbed my shirt, forcing me to come closer to him.

“Global warming?”

“I think that’s safe to say,” he said. His hands slid across my waist and under my shirt as I sighed in anticipation.

“You promised to take me to a very big bed,” I reminded him.

“Didn’t I do that already?” he asked, even as crooked grin stole across his face.

“I can’t remember, but I’m game for another try.”

Liam reached behind me and caught me up in his arms like a baby. “So you want to go back for seconds?”

I nodded, wetting my lips with my tongue. Tomorrow I would deal with classes and Markson, but tonight I was all Liam’s, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Liam carried me into my room and laid me gently on the bed, but he didn’t climb in beside me.

“Promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much,” he asked.

I could tell from his wide thoughtful eyes that he was serious, but instead of answering, I grabbed the pillow from under me and swung it into the side of his head. “I...am...not...going...to...break!”

Liam caught the pillow and held it for a split second before he lobbed it at my head. I screamed and grabbed for another pillow, getting one just in time to ward off a second strike by him. Liam bounced onto the bed and knocked me over with a hefty swing of the pillow. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling lighter and happier than I had in a long time.

“What did your mom say?” he asked me, dropping down to my side.

“The usual. I’m a disappointment, but she did agree to let me stay here if I pass my classes next semester,” I said. I didn’t want to talk about this. I was already working hard enough to keep the nagging concerns over my grades at bay.

“What about Markson’s class?” he asked, his eyebrows knit together. “You’re way past the drop date.”

“I’ll have to talk to him. Maybe he’ll understand.” Jess had stressed to me the extent of Markson’s coolness when she took the class last year. I hoped she was right.

“What about an incomplete?” Liam suggested.

“Maybe.” I hesitated and wiggled down flat on the bed. “I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“Is there something else you’d rather do?” he asked.

“I have three or four things in mind,” I said, tracing the outline of his abs through his t-shirt.

“That sounds challenging, but I can be persuaded to try.” He rolled carefully over and hovered over me.

“I am excellent at persuasion.” My hand snaked around his neck and brought his mouth to mine. He met my lips greedily, pressing his weight into me as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I sighed, content and complete, as he kissed along my collarbone. Sliding his hands under my shirt, he pulled it off and laid his head over my chest. We lay like that for a long time, his breath tickling across my breasts as he listened to my heartbeat, my fingers raking lazily through his hair.

There was nothing that needed to be said. This moment said everything.

chapter twenty-seven

There was a note on my counter the next morning from Liam, asking me to meet him at the aquarium before eleven. Next to it, he’d laid out my medications. I glanced at the clock, pleased to see that I had an hour and half, which meant I could actually take a shower and get dressed before he was done with his shift.

I dutifully took my meds as I started the shower. I almost didn’t want to wash last night off my skin. My only saving grace was that I was sure there was more—much more—where that came from. As the warm water flowed over my body, I remembered Liam’s lips and his hands and the promises we whispered in the dark until my whole body throbbed with energy. I shut off the shower and threw a towel around my hair. I couldn’t wait to see him.

But as I dabbed a little concealer over my under-eye circles, I thought of the other things I had to see to today. I couldn’t avoid talking to Markson any longer. Most of my other classes were large lectures where my absence probably went unnoticed, but Markson would know I hadn’t been there, especially since I had drawn attention to it by visiting him before. I hadn’t been to class since that day, which meant I had missed over three weeks. As far as excuses went, mine was pretty solid, but that didn’t mean he had to help me out.

So when I went to get dressed, I opted for a loose blue sweater and yoga pants. I wanted to look nice for Liam, but I figured it was best to look a little less put together for Markson. I’d wasted an hour already, so I didn’t have time to obsess any more over the ensemble and its subliminal messages. But as I darted out the apartment, Cassie caught me at the door.

“Hey, I was coming to check on you. Jess said you were released, but...”

“But?” I raised an eyebrow.

“She said Liam brought you home. I thought I should give you two some space.” Cassie puckered up her lips suggestively at me, and I smacked her arm.

“That was very considerate,” I said. “I’m actually on my way to see him at work now.”

“Where does he work?” she asked me.

I couldn’t believe I hadn’t told her, but then I realized that Cassie had barely even met Liam yet. In fact, I hadn’t seen much of her lately either, except for her brief visits at the hospital.

“He does programs at the aquarium,” I told her. “Can you walk with me?”

I wanted to catch up with her. I didn’t want to become one of those girls that I’d promised myself I would never become.

“Yeah, I can do that,” she said. “So did you have a nice homecoming?”

“There was definitely coming,” I said, shooting her a wink.

“Jealous,” Cassie pouted. “Trevor’s been so caught up in his finals and study groups, I’ve barely seen him.”

So that’s why I had seen him at the library. Of course, I’d jumped to the wrong conclusion then. He was nervous over his upcoming exams. “Only two more weeks and then you’ll have Winter Break together.”

“Maybe.” Cassie paused and bit her lip. “We haven’t even talked about it yet. For all I know, he’s going back to Chicago.”

“Go with him,” I encouraged him. “You can stay with your sister.”

“It would be nice to see Meghan,” she said. “Do you think he’ll get annoyed if I invite myself to Chicago for the holidays?”

“Why would he get annoyed? I bet he misses you, too.”

Uncertainty flickered through Cassie’s eyes. “I hope so.”

I looped my arm through hers and pressed my head to her shoulder. “Of course, he does. It could be worse. You see how much Jess studies, right?”

“Maybe I can call Brett and commiserate with him,” she said, but then we both laughed. Brett had spoken less than fifty words to each of us since we first met him. In all fairness to him, he probably couldn’t get a word in between the three of us.

“What are you doing for Christmas?” she asked me.

I took a deep breath. “I’m taking Liam to my parents’ house.”

“So I’m guessing your Christmas list this year is basically booze and more booze?”

“Pretty much.”

We rounded the corner, and my heart jumped when the aquarium came into view. Cassie pulled her arm from mine, and I stopped to find her smiling at me. “You’re glowing.”

I tried to shrug it off like it was nothing, but I couldn’t wipe the goofy grin from my face. “I think this what they call lovesick.”

“Whatever it is, it looks good on you,” she told me. “I should get back to campus. I have an eleven-thirty class.”

“See you later!” I called after her.

“Next week at Garrett’s!”

“Next week at Garrett’s,” I repeated. It was a tradition for us to meet up on the last day of finals for drinks. This year Liam would be there with me, and as giddy as that made me, it also reminded me that I probably wouldn’t be celebrating next Friday. At least I could drown my sorrows with all my favorite people in the world.

The aquarium’s parking lot was empty and no one was at the desk when I entered. I called out, not wanting to scare anyone, and Liam peeked out from a back office.

“I didn’t think you were going to make it,” he said, beckoning for me to join him.

“Sorry, I ran into Cassie on the way here,” I told him as he pulled me down onto his lap.

“Ah, the lovely Cassie. How is she?” he asked.

“Good.” I paused, biting my lip. “I haven’t seen much of her lately. She visited me at the hospital a few times, but we haven’t spent much time one on one.”

“You should make a date with her,” Liam suggested.

“I will after finals. I think we’re all just stressed out right now.”

“Speaking of finals,” Liam said carefully, “I went and talked to Markson.”

Jumping off his lap, I turned to face him. “You did what?”

“I wanted to talk to him about the final,” he said.

“Your final?” I asked hopefully.

“Kind of. I was never reassigned a partner, chicken, and I’d feel like I failed that class if I let my partner fail.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. “Your partner is doing just fine failing that class on her own.”

“I know it might seem out of line, but you need to work on your stress level, right? I could tell Markson’s class was bothering you. I just wanted to be helpful,” he said, holding his hands out to me.

I softened a little at his honesty. Of course, Liam was trying to be helpful and he knew me well enough to know that I would reject his help if he’d offered it directly to me. “I suppose I need to get used to letting people help me.”

“Yes, you do, chicken,” he said. “Do you want to know what he said?”

“I don’t know, do I?”

“He’s going to let you do the final without docking any points, but there’s a catch,” Liam said, eyeing me nervously.

“What kind of catch?” I was beginning to hate that word.

“We already proposed our final topics, but I knew you hadn’t turned one in. So I sold Markson on one for you.”

“You what?” I couldn’t control the volume of my voice. What had he gotten me into?

Liam held up his hands in surrender. “I know, I know. But he wasn’t sure if he should let you do it, so I gave him a good reason that you should.”

“What did you tell him I would do?” I asked slowly.

“I suggested you talk to the class about your Parkinson’s,” Liam admitted. He shifted in his chair, bracing his hands on its arms, like he was preparing for a death blow.

“I don’t talk about my Parkinson’s.”

“That’s exactly why he accepted the idea,” Liam said. “I know it seems scary, but no one is going to judge you.”

I couldn’t form complete thoughts anymore. I couldn’t explain to him that talking about my Parkinson’s like that, in front of the entire class, wasn’t about what the other students would think. It was about how I would feel. “I don’t talk about my Parkinson’s, because...then it will be real.”

“It is real, chicken,” Liam said in a soft voice. He stood and moved cautiously toward me, wrapping an arm around my waist and drawing me toward him. “It’s part of you.”

“You’re asking me to go and share the most personal part of my life with a bunch of people I don’t know?” I shook my head. I couldn’t do it, not even if my grade depended on it.

“There’s a lot more to you than your disease, Jillian.” Liam took my face in his hands and forced my eyes to meet his. “Your disease is only a small part of you.”

Rawness crawled up my throat, and I fought back tears as love and fear mingled into a potent cocktail of nerves in my stomach. “I can’t do it.”

“I will be with you the whole time,” he promised me. “I don’t want you to fail that class.”

“I think I’d rather do nude modeling in the center of campus,” I said, but even as I said it, I knew there was no way out of it. I needed to pass Markson’s class and now I had a chance to do it. Staying in Olympic Falls would be worth ten minutes of embarrassment.

“You can model nude for me later,” Liam whispered in my ear. His lips trailed along my jawline, his touch searing across my skin and distracting me from the fear I felt. With each moment he lingered there, the love pulsing through me expanded until it swallowed my fear entirely.

“When do I have to do this?” I asked him.

Liam dropped back, victory glinting his blue eyes. “Next Friday,” he said. “I’ll help you prepare.”

“I’d rather wing it,” I said. The more I worried about getting up in front of the class, the more likely I was to chicken out.

“Remember, lots of ‘I’ statements,” Liam said.

“‘I’ statements. Bare my soul. Hell, why don’t I do it in the nude?” I laughed nervously, almost maniacally.

“It would probably ensure an A,” Liam said, grabbing my hips roughly and pulling me to him.

“Can you imagine Markson’s face? It would almost be worth it.”

“Sorry, I can’t. You’ve given me much more inspiring images to picture at the moment.” Liam cupped my face and drew my mouth to his. I crumbled into him, dissolving against his body like ice meeting with fire. The kiss grew more urgent as our tongues tangled together. I shoved him into the wall and pressed against him, needing to feel his body on mine like I needed to breathe. But before I could slip my hands over his shirt, the aquarium’s door buzzed, reminding us that we weren’t in the comfort of my bedroom. We leapt apart, straightening clothing and fixing mussed hair.

“I’ll see you later?” Liam asked, his breathing still heavy from our make-out session.

“Yes.” I gave him a quick peck and darted out the door past a young mother showing her two toddlers the jellyfish tank. I heard Liam greet them as I exited. He was still panting.

As I headed back toward campus, I tried not to think about Markson’s final, even as pressure mounted in my chest, but with each step, it felt like brick after brick was being laid on top of me until I finally had to stop and practice one of the breathing exercises Dr. Fales showed me at the hospital. After a few minutes, I felt calm enough to head toward the library.

I had less than a week before finals started, and if I was going to stay in Olympic Falls, I needed every minute of them.