Chapter 18

"I like you, Francine." I swallowed hard again when I heard his words. My heart pounded even faster. It felt like my soul was being dug up by his words. "I hate to feel this feeling, again but I feel like I'm going crazy if I don't tell you or make you feel that I like you. I don't care if we don't feel the same way. At least, you know now that I like you," I took a deep breath. Is he serious about his feelings? I don't want to assume and end up getting hurt in the end. I need to guard myself. He's known to be a playboy.

"Your feelings will fade, Liam. You need to move on first before you can love again. You don't like me. You're just saying that because I'm here. Get dressed so we can sleep," I told him coldly. I didn't want to accept his words. He bowed his head before hugging me.

"I like your smell," he whispered and kissed my neck.

"Liam!" I scolded him, but he just laughed. I slapped him, but he quickly caught my hands. He looked into my eyes seriously. His gaze deepened with each