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Authors: Allie Juliette Mousseau
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it’s a fragile truce. “What are the terms?”
“No more shake or ketchup war,” he declares, “and I agree to taste your disgusting chocolate fucking French fry.”
“Thank you.”
We grab a handful of napkins and mop the ketchup and chocolate off ourselves as best we can. When Liam helps me wipe a bit off the side of my face, I just about melt at the sensation of his fingers on my skin. I’m fairly certain I still have ketchup in my ear canal, but I really don’t care at this point. I don’t even care that people are staring at us. This moment is worth it. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun!
Once we’re both cleaned off, I dip a fry and give Liam a pointed stare. He opens his mouth and I shove the fry in. First he starts to gag and holds his throat like he’s choking to death, then he falls to the floor.
“Stop it! You’re drawing even more attention to us!” I’m laughing so hard and so much I can’t catch my breath.
He acts normal again, looks around at the people near us and announces real loud, “I’m okay, folks, nothing to worry about. Enjoy your meals.”
I slap his arm before I move back to my own seat. “You’re crazy.” I smile.
He smiles back. “You haven’t seen nothing yet.”
We get back down to the business of eating. He wolfs his burger down so fast it makes my head spin and then gets back up and orders another.
A few girls at a nearby table watch him stride over, then put their heads together and giggle. Can’t say I blame them, he really is that gorgeous.
When we’re finished, he grabs our trash and drops it in the garbage pail.
“I’ve got an idea,” he says brightly.
“Another one? If you think you’re getting me on another ride after I just ate …” I shake my head, showing him he’ll be disappointed. “Worst idea ever.”
“That isn’t it.” He starts walking away.
I catch up. “Okay then, where are we going?”
“Do I need to carry you again?” he asks in a playfully warning tone.
Yes. “No.”
“Quinn,” he says, his tone suddenly totally serious, “duck into the clothing store, right now.”
I don’t have to be told twice. As I turn into the store, I can see the two police officers walking towards us. My heart thuds powerfully as I run walk between the racks of clothes.
“Can I help you find something?” a helpful salesclerk asks.
I snatch up something on a hanger. “Dressing room?”
She points to the back of the store and I move my ass to hide behind the closed door. I have a mixed sense of security from the fragile hook locking the door that seems to be my only defense. It makes me feel like a pheasant hiding in a scant bush with the hunter and his rifle inching closer.
Sitting silently, I try to think of anything but the possible fate about to befall me. I try not to think of St. Anne’s and how I should have never come out with Liam.
A few minutes later, I hear, “Damn, you know how to hide.”
It’s him.
“I think I’m having a heart attack.”
“I don’t blame you. Coast is clear now.”
“No, I can’t stay here, I have to go …” The word home hovers pathetically on the tip of my tongue.
“Don’t freak. You’re going to like what’s next,” he assures me.
“I don’t think so, Liam.” It’s like the protective bubble I’ve been feeling has burst. I need to go back to my hiding place.
“Whatever happens, you can’t stay in the dressing room. The lady is definitely starting to look over suspiciously.”
“Shit.” I come out while making sure I hold the shirt I grabbed away from me so she can see I didn’t try to stuff it in my jacket. That’s all I need is to have her call the cops or mall security because I lingered too long.
“Do you like that shirt?” Liam asks me.
“I don’t know.” I never really looked at it.
I do now as I hang it back on the rack. “It’s pretty.” It is. Light blue, a low v-neck and midriff cut—it would show my bellybutton. I’d have
“No more shake or ketchup war,” he declares, “and I agree to taste your disgusting chocolate fucking French fry.”
“Thank you.”
We grab a handful of napkins and mop the ketchup and chocolate off ourselves as best we can. When Liam helps me wipe a bit off the side of my face, I just about melt at the sensation of his fingers on my skin. I’m fairly certain I still have ketchup in my ear canal, but I really don’t care at this point. I don’t even care that people are staring at us. This moment is worth it. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun!
Once we’re both cleaned off, I dip a fry and give Liam a pointed stare. He opens his mouth and I shove the fry in. First he starts to gag and holds his throat like he’s choking to death, then he falls to the floor.
“Stop it! You’re drawing even more attention to us!” I’m laughing so hard and so much I can’t catch my breath.
He acts normal again, looks around at the people near us and announces real loud, “I’m okay, folks, nothing to worry about. Enjoy your meals.”
I slap his arm before I move back to my own seat. “You’re crazy.” I smile.
He smiles back. “You haven’t seen nothing yet.”
We get back down to the business of eating. He wolfs his burger down so fast it makes my head spin and then gets back up and orders another.
A few girls at a nearby table watch him stride over, then put their heads together and giggle. Can’t say I blame them, he really is that gorgeous.
When we’re finished, he grabs our trash and drops it in the garbage pail.
“I’ve got an idea,” he says brightly.
“Another one? If you think you’re getting me on another ride after I just ate …” I shake my head, showing him he’ll be disappointed. “Worst idea ever.”
“That isn’t it.” He starts walking away.
I catch up. “Okay then, where are we going?”
“Do I need to carry you again?” he asks in a playfully warning tone.
Yes. “No.”
“Quinn,” he says, his tone suddenly totally serious, “duck into the clothing store, right now.”
I don’t have to be told twice. As I turn into the store, I can see the two police officers walking towards us. My heart thuds powerfully as I run walk between the racks of clothes.
“Can I help you find something?” a helpful salesclerk asks.
I snatch up something on a hanger. “Dressing room?”
She points to the back of the store and I move my ass to hide behind the closed door. I have a mixed sense of security from the fragile hook locking the door that seems to be my only defense. It makes me feel like a pheasant hiding in a scant bush with the hunter and his rifle inching closer.
Sitting silently, I try to think of anything but the possible fate about to befall me. I try not to think of St. Anne’s and how I should have never come out with Liam.
A few minutes later, I hear, “Damn, you know how to hide.”
It’s him.
“I think I’m having a heart attack.”
“I don’t blame you. Coast is clear now.”
“No, I can’t stay here, I have to go …” The word home hovers pathetically on the tip of my tongue.
“Don’t freak. You’re going to like what’s next,” he assures me.
“I don’t think so, Liam.” It’s like the protective bubble I’ve been feeling has burst. I need to go back to my hiding place.
“Whatever happens, you can’t stay in the dressing room. The lady is definitely starting to look over suspiciously.”
“Shit.” I come out while making sure I hold the shirt I grabbed away from me so she can see I didn’t try to stuff it in my jacket. That’s all I need is to have her call the cops or mall security because I lingered too long.
“Do you like that shirt?” Liam asks me.
“I don’t know.” I never really looked at it.
I do now as I hang it back on the rack. “It’s pretty.” It is. Light blue, a low v-neck and midriff cut—it would show my bellybutton. I’d have
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