The Vampire's Witch Mate

CHAPTER 9: Did you say something?

Laura

“Thank you.” I say shyly as I enter his house. Last night I wasn't in my right sense to appreciate all the paintings, furniture or rather anything in his house. What catches my eye is the fact that everything seems old, not just old, but so old. It's like they originate from centuries ago. I look around, turning 360 in awe. Even his pictures look so old, it must be his grandfather or something, but the resemblance, though. So weird.

“Have a seat.” He says in a polite tone.

“Thanks.” I say, adjusting my trouser as I sit. I notice him looking at me weirdly. I wonder why. It's like he is happy about something.

“Will you have coffee or tea."? He asks.

“Coffee will do.” I say simply. I have been with a guy before in his house, but I have never felt this anxious. He is really something. I must really have a crush on this mysterious dude. He is adorable. I can say he is perfect.

“There you go.” He says, coming with a transparent kettle full of coffee, and two cups. He goes back to the kitchen area and picks a wooden curved bowl with sugar cubes in it, and a small spoon. Woow, I really love the bowl, in short I love art. Wood work art specifically, it's always so soothing to me.

'Why is she looking at my house like that' I hear him speak, but his mouth isn't moving. Am I becoming insane or something?

“Did you say something, Liam.” I ask as he comes back with a plate full of pancakes. Not again, I had pancakes for supper and now here again.

“What? No.” He says, looking at me suspiciously.

“It must be my ears, then.” I say, embarrassed.

“Welcome, Laura. Feel at home. You can serve yourself.” He says sitting next to me.

I feel as if my body is melting next to him, I feel so thirsty all of a sudden. My saliva is all dried up, I look at him and I find him just looking at me with those enchanting eyes of his. I just get lost in them, I clear my throat to say something, but I cannot. I want to ask for water so that I can wash my hands, but I cannot seem to make a coherent sentence.

“Are you okay.” He asks in a worried tone.

“Sorry, I need some water, my hands are dirty.” I say shyly.

“Come.” He offers me his hand. I take it. He leads me to the kitchen sink.

“Let me do it for you.” He says, I let him wash my hands. His hands, woow, they are so soft even for a guy. Mine seems so rough all of a sudden. I am really enjoying his hospitality, can he be more perfect?

'I hope this works.' I hear that voice again.

“What?” I ask now moving away from him.

“What.” He asks in a confused tone.

“You just said something, but your lips didn't move.” I say in a surprised tone.

“But I haven't said anything, Laura. Are you sure you are okay.” He asks. But there is some tension, he seems surprised about something, he actually looks worried. “Maybe the voices are coming from outside.” He says. He leaves me standing by the sink and I follow him behind.

“Let's just eat.” He says, but now his tone has changed, and the gentleman in him is gone. He looks terrifying.

“Let me just leave, you look like you are not in the mood anymore.” I say, starting to leave.

“Please, don't go. I am sorry if I behaved in a weird way. I am sorry, really." He says, running after me and taking my hands in his. “Please, I am really enjoying your company.” He adds.

“Please say yes.” He asks, looking at me in those eyes of his. How can I say no to these eyes? I nod yes.

“Thank you.” He says, hugging me.He is so cold, I wonder why. But breaks the hug immediately. “Sorry. I was just overexcited.” He apologizes.

We have our dinner chatting and getting to know each other. Mostly he asks about me, I tell him just a little, leaving out the part of being adopted. I just tell him about my work in the non government organization. He tells me about his love for art, and that he has two siblings, but they don't get along that well.

I learn about his comedy side, his jokes aren't that hilarious, but I just laugh because everything about him makes me happy. Even his lame jokes.

We take breakfast, wash the dishes, and we head outside just chatting. We seem not getting enough of each other, I enjoy his company and I think he enjoys mine as well.

“Well you two, I am tired of being alone. I need my Laura back.” Max interrupts our stories, I feel like actually killing him.

“Max, please.” I say making faces for him to leave, but he doesn't, he is bent on ruining my time with Liam. He will get it from me for sure.

“So this is the famous Max.” Liam says in an uninterested tone.

“Yes, I am Maxwell Johnson, Laura's boyfriend. What are you doing with her.” Max says in a masculine voice. I have never heard him speaking like that before. I wonder why he is doing this, he knows I like Liam, why does he want to ruin this for me.

“What are you saying, Max.” I ask confused.

“Sorry Liam, I was just kidding, I am just her roommate.” Max says now in a ladyish tone. Liam laughs. I laugh, and Max joins in.

“So, what are you guys talking about.” Max asks, squeezing himself in between Liam and me. All of a sudden, everything becomes weird again. All the stories seem to evaporate.

Darn you Max, I will punish you, you will see me for sure. The one guy that I like, you ruin it for me.

“Guys, I will have to leave you. I have somewhere to be right now.” Liam breaks the awkward silence between us. I curse under my breath.

“Alright Liam, breakfast was good, we should do this again.” I say, hoping that Max didn't ruin all my chances.

“Sure.” He answers eagerly and leaves the porch.

I turn to look at Max when Liam enters his house.

“You are dead.” I say, clenching my teeth. Before I can pounce on Max, he runs to the house. I follow him behind, cursing.

I know he is really enjoying this, sometimes I hate his stupid games.