My best enemy

Who was it that led you on
And makes you want to hurt me so?

Liam had thought he was the only one who blushed at the slightest compliment, but he found now that it was actually quite fun to be the one causing the blushing. He did his best to hide his smile as Maea burrowed into his shoulder, but it was his turn to flush as he heard her soft response, so quiet that he wasn't sure he'd heard her correctly. Opting to save them both from turning further crimson, Liam merely tucked himself more comfortably against Maea, holding her close.

"There's always the future," he pointed out, but without any real oomph behind it. He was starting to grow drowsy, as the night got darker and the pair on the couch got closer. Talk of what they could or should attempt to accomplish together here could wait until tomorrow.

Liam considered a bookshelf and, in the end, had to believe that he would be able to manage something like that. It seemed relatively simple, in theory. "I think I could do that," he murmured. "I'd like to try, anyway." Stifling a yawn, he added in a voice heavy with sleep, "What kinds of books do you have?" Most of his were on history - mostly of battles long since past - but he suspected that Maea had more variety on her shelves than he did on his.

Who do you want to forget?
Who forgot you long ago?

Liam