Forehead Kisses: Uncrushable Part 15

"Just a little more time..." The tears splashed down my face.

"I love you, pumpkin."

"I love you too, daddy."

My mom kissed my forehead. "I love you."

"Mom, I love you."

The dream faded. My kitchen disappeared, along with my parents. They turned into blurs and faint lines. My father's gla.s.ses were the last thing I saw. Then I only saw darkness. The tears were still hot and soaked into my skin. I woke up, feeling their absence weigh on my heart.

"Baby?" Liam leaned over me, the concern in his eyes. "You were having a nightmare."

I blinked several times before I understood what was happening. "No, not a nightmare." Slowly, I sat up. He moved out of the way and gave me s.p.a.ce.

His hand moved through my hair, silently waiting for me to speak.

"I saw my parents..."

His hand stilled then kept going.

"They told me I wasn't responsible for their deaths...that I was hurting them by blaming myself."

"You shouldn't blame yourself," he said gently.

"They want me to be happy."

He stared at me, the emotion in his eyes.

I processed what just happened. "It wasn't a dream."

"Then what was it?" he whispered.

"I...they came to me. It was them."

Liam said nothing.

"And they told me they approve of you."

His hand cupped my face and wiped away a fallen tear. "How do you feel?"

"I miss them so much but...I feel better."

"I'm sure that's what they want, baby."

I snuggled into him, letting the tears fall off my face.

He kissed my forehead and continued to run his fingers through my hair. His hard chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. The silence stretched, only our breathing making any sound.

"I think you've finally moved on," he whispered.

The revelation hit me. "I think you're right."

Chapter Nine.

Liam Keira was different for the next week. The dream she had lifted an invisible weight off her shoulders. I knew she blamed herself for what happened to her parents, just the way I blamed myself for losing my sister, but I didn't realize how much it affected her until she finally let it go. The intervention or dream she had allowed her to forgive herself.

And that was a beautiful thing.

I had a fight the next day. I wasn't nervous because I never was. But I wondered if Keira would come to the match. She came to the last one, so I a.s.sumed she would come to this one.

Now she came over every day after cla.s.s like clockwork. I loved her presence and never wanted her to leave. I hadn't asked her to move in and I hadn't given her key back, but I really wanted to. Working in the garden, training in the bas.e.m.e.nt, and sleeping together every night were routines I missed.

When she came over after cla.s.s, she sat at the kitchen table and started working on her homework. Theresa and I were done with our presentation. Now we just had to give it.

I sat across from her then rested my elbows on the table.

She completed a math problem before she looked up at me. "What?"

"Nothing."

She went back to her work.

"I have a fight tomorrow."

She looked up again. "Where?"

"The Gaslight."

"What time?"

"Eight."

She nodded. "Should I get there early?"

So, she was coming? "I'd like it if you came with me."

"Okay." She went back to her work.

That was simple. We didn't have to have a big conversation about it. Now we had a relationship I wanted from the beginning. "Can you do something for me?"

She abandoned her work and gave me a firm look. "You know I would do anything for you."

"Can you come to the business center tomorrow?"

Confusion settled on her face. "Sure..."

'There's something I want you to see." Theresa and I had our presentation the following day. I wanted Keira to see what I was doing with Theresa for the past month. She never asked and I never told her, but I wanted her to finally see what was behind the curtain.

"Okay."

The next day, I wore a suit to cla.s.s even though I hated dressing up. I preferred jeans and a t-shirt any day. Actually, I preferred no clothes at all. I'd walk around naked if Keira and I were having s.e.x again. But since we weren't, I didn't want to tempt either one of us.

I pulled the thumb drive out and put it in the computer, which was connected to the projector. Our research paper was sitting on the professor's desk, ready to be graded. Working with Theresa wasn't so bad. She pulled her weight and listened to my ideas even if she didn't always agree with them. Personally, I hated group work, but she didn't make it so unbearable.

"You look nice," she said as she came to my side. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a salmon colored blouse.

"Thanks." I didn't compliment her in return.

"Nervous?"

I was never nervous for any reason. "It's just a presentation. The audience probably won't even listen to us."

"No," she beamed. "They'll be fascinated and they should be. We put a lot of work into this. We both better get A's."

I didn't care what our grades were. As long as I pa.s.sed, I was happy with that. "Ready to start?"

"I've been ready." She flipped her hair and walked away.

I surveyed the audience and spotted Scotty in the corner. Judging the darkness in his eyes, he felt like an idiot knowing Theresa and I were doing schoolwork together, not f.u.c.king. I'm glad I finally cleared my name with him.

The doors opened and Keira slid inside. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair was layered and it tapered around her face. Anytime she was in the same vicinity, I recognized her presence. My body was in tune with hers in an inexplicable way. She looked around the audience, searching for me. When her eyes finally turned to the stage, she saw me. Then she looked at Theresa. I could see her connecting the dots.

She never asked what I was doing with Theresa and I appreciated that trust. But I knew she must be curious, and now I was answering her questions.

I grabbed the clicker and began the presentation, wanting to get it over with.

After we were finished, I packed up my laptop and returned the clicker to the projector. The audience clapped and the professor made notes on her clipboard.

"We rocked," Theresa said with a smile.

"No complaints."

She patted my shoulder then walked away. "I'm sure you'd like to talk to your girlfriend now."

I would. I headed to the back of the lecture hall and saw Keira standing with Scotty. She gave me a bright smile, but the light didn't compare to the beauty of her eyes. The relief was heavy in her face. She obviously trusted me, but seeing me prove my innocence only helped our relationship.

"Nice presentation," Scotty said.

"Thanks," I said.

"Didn't understand a word you said but it seemed like you knew what you were talking about." He put his hands in his pockets while he stood beside his cousin. He was the same height as I was, and we both towered over Keira.

I turned to her, watching the glow on her face.

She stared at my body in my suit then placed her hand on my chest, her fingers touching my tie. She played with it, pulling it closer to her. "You look good in a suit..."

Scotty looked uncomfortable. "I guess I'll see you at the fight tonight..."

I ignored him while he walked away. My eyes were focused on Keira.

She yanked on the tie and pulled my lips to hers. As soon as we touched, the fire seared my mouth. Her lips were soft and wet, tasting like honey. My neck bent so we could kiss, and she stood on her tiptoes to reach me. My hands moved to her waist and I gripped her hips, my favorite feature.

My hormones were getting the best of me so I broke our embrace. Students and teachers were standing around, and I didn't think it was appropriate for them to see a glimpse of our s.e.x lives.

"So...now that the presentation is over I won't be seeing Theresa at your house?"

"Or any woman."

"I like that." She kept playing with my tie.

I wanted to ask her to move in with me but I kept it back. "You want to get lunch?"

"Sure."

I took her hand and pulled her out of the auditorium. Even though I asked her to lunch, I actually wanted to go home and roll around with her on my bed, feeling her slight form beneath me while I made love to her. We weren't ready for that-but we were almost there.

I packed my bag and pulled on my loose shorts and t-shirt. I wore my boxing shoes and removed my watch. The gloves were in the bag and everything was ready to go.

"Is there anything I can get you?" Keira asked.

"No. I have everything."

"Okay." She didn't seem nervous at all.

I liked that. "Ready to go, baby?"

"Yeah."

We drove my truck to the building then parked outside. When I killed the engine, I snuck a glance at her. Her body was relaxed and her eyes didn't hint at a threat. It seemed like we were going out for ice cream.

"You're sure you're okay with this?" I asked.

She turned to me, looking at me in the darkness. "Of course."

I didn't detect a lie. "Then let's go."

We left the truck and entered through the back entrance directly into the locker room. I pulled my shirt off then sat on the bench, wrapping my gloves around me.

Johnny came in, rambling. "It's a packed house tonight. Lots of bets are on the table. One of the cables went out but I had the maintenance team fixed it. One rope for the ring broke but it was replaced. I-"

"Johnny, this is my girlfriend, Keira." I cut him off because he would talk forever if I didn't.