Obsessed to Hate Him-Chapter 72: Gazebo

KIAN

I have always thought that Liam is bad news. And well, it is proven now. Officially.

I have anticipated that being in a confined space with Liam for too long is not something I should look forward to. Because damn. That guy has something about him that makes me go crazy. It makes me lose all my self-control.

I was literally two heartbeats away from pouncing on him and finding out just how delicious he was down there. If he tastes just as good as his mouth. But well, sometimes, you have to maintain a restraint and I could tell that Liam was just doing the same. Though he looked just as happy as me. It does a little to snuff out the arson inside me and a lot to stroke it until it burns down everything until there is nothing but ashes.

Oh, Gods, this is bad. Really bad.

We traveled for five days without any break aside from the small stay-for-the-night at inns in the capital. Crystal, Liam’s ghost familiar, is driving the carriage for us. And she seems completely fine with it as long as she is sitting doing nothing. She is a useful pawn.

"The weather is showing signs, master." She calls out from the driving seat in the front, breaking the heated trance between Liam and me as we eye each other with so much fire in each other’s eyes we could burn the whole kingdom down. And you know what the funny part is? I actually would burn it down. But well, arson isn’t good for our current mission.

"Will it be a storm?" Liam tears his eyes away from me and pokes his head out of the window to talk to Crystal, "But the sky is blue."

It indeed is. The sun is gleefully winking at us.

"Should we continue to move or should I look for an inn for today?" Crystal asks in her icy emotionless voice.

I am pretty sure that an ice cube shows more emotions than this woman. Dead woman.

"Keep moving," Liam says, "I don’t think it will rain."

"As you wish, master." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

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Liam couldn’t be more wrong.

It isn’t raining anymore. It is storming. And very hard and turbulent at that.

It didn’t even take a proper five hours before the sun blanketed itself with dark thunderous clouds and opened up the tap somewhere in that vast sky.

It can’t get any more troublesome than this. Or maybe it can.

It is raining so hard that it is hard to see through the water bullets crashing down on the earth. The horses refuse to move any further and we are stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Since we have left the royal capital, there is nothing but lush greenery around here. Hell, there is not even a hut to be found, an inn is out of the long horizon of question.

My lips twitch as I assess Liam’s troubled and pissed-off expression, amusement unmissable in my blue eyes.

"Don’t laugh." He snaps and I burst out laughing. He flushes.

"Oh, Liam, how farsighted you are," I say, my shoulders shaking violently with unspent laughter.

"I told you to shut up." He fusses with anger and embarrassment. Oh, how I love to see him squirm.

"Can we postpone the laughing Chapter until we find a shelter?" Crystal’s chilly voice snakes into the carriage and she appears at the window, soaking wet, dripping water everywhere, and looking ghostlier than ever.

Liam visibly winces.

"Can you please not pop out of the thin air like a ghost?" He grimaces, "You will give me a heart attack someday!"

"But master I am indeed a ghost." She replies blankly.

There is a pause. Liam stares at her, and she stares back, and I am trying my hardest not to burst out laughing. I think I might damage some of my internal organs.

I then let out a deep breath and straighten up despite the slight twitching of my lips. "Alright, we can discuss this later. Let me first find a shelter for us."

I climb out of the carriage, the rain doesn’t touch me as I have levitated the gravity around me. I look around the area. And suddenly rainfall slows down to an almost stop, floating in the mid-air like small crystal balls. Now I can see a gazebo a little away from here.

"Let’s go there," I say, pointing my index finger at the shady structure.

Thunder booms in the distance, rattling the earth, followed by lightning.

"Alright," Liam says, and then Crystal moves the carriage beside the shelter, ties the horses with a pillar, and disappears into the thin air.

Liam grimaces again.

I snort. Liam shoots me a murderous look and I stifle my laughter.

"Say, Liam." I drawl after a while. "Don’t you think it is such a romantic atmosphere?"

The words earn another disdainful look from him. Triumph pours into my veins like sunshine and honey.

"Say, say, don’t you feel it too?" I scoot closer to him from where I am sitting against a pillar, crossed-legged.

I know so damn well what Liam feels. The way he eyes me like I am a damn juicy steak only proves my theory.

Liam peers down at me from the corner of his eyes, his emerald eyes glinting in the darkness inside the gazebo. I wish there was a fire here. I would love to examine him under the fiery glow.

"Shut up, Eryx," Liam says, turning away from me and encouraging me further to do something with him as I spot the slight blush creeping up his neck.

I scoot even closer to him until I can feel the heat radiating off him. He is like a breath of spring, poured into a man so beautiful. I can smell the scent of cherry blossom and spring wafting off him and something more that makes him smell like him.

It is more addicting than drugs. But it can’t outrank his lips, which I need to feel on mine. It is a need. A desperate one. It hurts physically not to be able to touch him like I want to.

I reach out, hook my finger under his chin, and make him turn to me. I tip up his chin and lean forward.

"Let me kiss you, Liam."