Flames Of Passion In Los Angeles

Chapter 19 - Nineteen - It didn't mean anything, right?

Pushing away, I causing our lips to part. I let out a sigh of disappointment.

Once I open my eyes, I see him looking into my soul, gazing deeply into my blue eyes.

I take my eyes off him, as the weakness he is making me feel is unwelcome body, as indicated by the shivers running down my spine.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice agitates me. Making me feel anger. I am angry at both him and me...

"Tell me...".

I swallow whatever is in my mouth before beginning to speak.

"Can you let me down now?".

I see his eyes divert down to my legs before looking back up at me.

Is he hesitating?...

"Right..." I hear him mutter, giving me room to hop down, which I do.

From that moment on, we don't exchange a word. We act as nothing happened.

He continues making his sandwich while I make mine before placing it into the grill. Afterwards, Liam plugs in the plug if the grill, closing the top. All we have to do now is wait... Wait in awkward silence.

When the silence became all too much, I decided to do something, to go against all my common sense which are screaming 'no'.

"That kiss..." I begin, but I instantly kick myself for even opening my mouth.

I see him turn to me, listening to what it is that I have to say. Too late to abort now.

"What about the kiss?" he asks me.

I clear my throat, taking in a deep breath. Why do I put myself in these uncomfortable situations?

I see him raise his eyebrow, indicating that he is waiting for an answer.

"That kiss... It didn't mean anything, right?..." I gather enough courage to ask.

As a reply, I hear him chuckle. Moments pass when he turns his head towards me.

"What do you think? Did the kiss mean anything to you?".

Did the kiss mean anything to me?... I find it hard to find an answer, I can't find an answer.

"Did it?" He asks me. The pressure I feel from him is not making me think straight.

"I... I don't know..." I am just as surprised as he is with my answer.

"How do you mean 'you don't know'? It is a simple yes or no answer. Do you have feelings for me?". His tone grows more vicious.

I look at him. I don't know what to say. "Yeah, that question is really simple, isn't it, Liam?". I feel more anger, his could he ask me that!? "How about you tell me if you have any feeling for me? What did you feel when you kissed me?".

I see a smirk grow on his lips. "Do you want to know what I felt when I kissed you?".

I nod. "Tell me. Enlighten me with what you felt when my lips touched yours...".

"Nothing!..." he shouts at me. "I felt nothing!".

Just like that, I feel a lump form in my throat. I feel my heart sink like a rock. To say the least, I didn't expect that to be his answer. I feel my eyes tear up, I turn around to wipe that one odd tear that escaped my eye.

I thought that he was going to sooth me, that he was going to hug me... reassure me. He did nothing, I could only assume that he was looking at me, watching me.

I hear the sizzles of the melted cheese and the 'tick' of the grill indicating that the sandwiches are done.

I turn around and just as I am about to open the grill my hand meets his. Upon contact, we both look at each other, exchanging a gaze. I quickly move back, letting him work the grill.

Within minutes, I receive my grilled sandwich and we both sit down at the dining table before taking the first bite from our sandwiches.

Seconds after I begin chewing, I can't help but let out a gentle m.o.a.n, closing my eyes, savouring the taste. I am not able to comprehend how delicious the sandwich is. When I open my eyes just to see Liam giving me a weird look, causing me to giggle. I can see him trying not to laugh, but the rising of the sides of his lips are telling me that he is losing the fight.

Next, he clears his throat before opening his mouth.

"Drink?".

I nod. "Sure...".

I quickly look away when I see his eyes land on mine.

"I hope you don't mind, but I live in luxury..." he purposely takes a quick pause, to gain my attention, which he did.

"Okay?..." I reply, confused. What is he trying to say?

"Red wine?" he queries.

Wine... rich... money... luxury... right, makes sense.

I shrug my shoulders before shaking my head. No.

"You sure?...".

I nod.

"Okay, suit yourself...".

I look at him stands up, he walks over to one of his cupboards, when he opens the door of the cupboard it reveals glasses upon glasses of wineglasses. I am amazed by how much glasses he has, specifically for wine.

" Changed your mind?".

It takes me a moment to answer him.

"Ermm..." I begin. I see him turn to me, observing me.

"I'll take that as a yes...". A smile grows on his face, causing me to smile too. I am meant to be angry at him! What is this now?

I keep my eyes on him, watching his grab a bottle of red wine. He brings the bottle with the two glasses onto the table, he firstly hands me a glass...

"Thank you..." I look up into his eyes. I see him look down at me with a big smile patched on his lips.

"You are welcome..." he replies after a moment of brief silence.

Once he lowers his glass to the table, he proceeds on popping the cork off the top of the bottle.

"Ladies first..." he mumbles, but loud enough for me to hear him. He tilts the bottle forwards, causing the crimson liquid pour out of the dark green bottle and into the glass. The liquid grows darker and darker as it fills the glass.

He stopped pouring the wine when the level of the liquid reached just over a quarter way. He proceeds on doing the same with his. Moments pass before he returns the cork, blocking the opening of the wine bottle before returning the bottle itself back in its place.

"I hope you'll like it..." I hear his voice behind me, moments pass before I see him walk around me and back into his place.

I nod. "I hope so too...".

"Anyways... here in LA, we have a traditional thing where we... you know, cheer our glasses, cling our glasses off each other or whatever you call it...". The teasing is back...

In LA? Only in LA?

"I have heard that being the tradition in many other places too..." I reply, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Okay... Anyways, cheers...".

I see him take his glass into his hand and I do the same. We both lift our glasses in basically the same time.

"Cheers to James getting better..." I say, driving my glass forward. My smile drops slightly when I see the slight dismay on Liam's face as if he is... hesitating, once again?

A smile enrols on his lips before replying, "To James' health.".

Clank.

Out glasses hit gently off each other before we take our very first drink.

Once I lower my glass onto the table, I find Liam's deep gaze upon me.

"Yes?" I ask him. I can tell by his look that there is something that he would like to say to me.

"Do you like the wine?".

"It is nice... One of the better wines I have tired...".

I see his smile grow in victory.

"I am glad you like it... My great-grandfather made it.".

I look at him in awe.

"You are not joking, right?".

"Now why would I be joking about that?".