My best enemy

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

If Liam regretted anything, it was that he’d allowed himself to get into a position to have to turn Flora down. He had never been one to entertain casual flings, and the mere memory of her kiss was enough to bring on a deep shame - he certainly wouldn’t be looking for the Doubletake any time soon, that much was certain.

Learning that Maea wasn’t angry with him eased something sharp and jagged in Liam’s chest. He relaxed, having been unaware that he had even tensed. What Flora knew or did not know seemed immaterial to Liam - she had had suspicions, clearly, even if she had been told otherwise, and that seemed like enough to dissuade her from making any moves towards him - however meaningless they might have been.

Opening his mouth to say something - what, we may never know - Liam was interrupted by Maea’s grip on his shirt, tugging him suddenly to her. Her kiss was possessive, and Liam responded in kind, cupping her face in one hand while tangling the fingers of the other in her hair. ”I am yours,” Liam growled against her lips. And nothing and no one would tear them apart.

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

Liam