When Liam finds the girl of his dreams, she stops him dead in his tracks. She's perfect. Long blonde hair, brown eyes, a pretty smile. There's only one thing stopping him from getting to know her better; she doesn't talk. When her mother and younger sister passed away, Ashton fell into a deep depression that she never quite got out of. She didn't want to talk to anyone about what happened; especially not the therapists her grandparents signed her up for. So, she didn't. She vowed not to talk about the accident ever again. Can Liam find a way to bring out the voice that was buried with Ashton's mom and sister?


8. 8.

     I can't help but smile when Liam kisses me. 

     "So, what do you want to do?" he asks sweetly. He settles onto my bed, propping himself up on his elbows. I shrug my shoulders. "We could watch a movie. Or play your Xbox. Or we could make some food." I think about it for a second before holding up 2 fingers. "You wanna play videogames?" I nod. "Okay," he agrees with a smile. I smile back and hold my hand out for him to take. I lead him out to the living room of our basement where we have a home theater set up. Liam takes a minute to admire it before settling into the couch next to me. I pick up a remote and hand him one. 

     "Thanks, babe," he says giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. I feel my face turn a shade of pink but I hope Liam doesn't notice. "What should we play?" he asks, sorting through the pile of games I lazily threw on the table the other day. "How about this one?" he suggests, holding up GTA IV. I shake my head no. I'm horrible at it. "Okay, what about..this?" he pulls out Call of Duty. I roll my eyes but nod my head, even though I'm really not good at it. "Okay," he says giddily, getting up to put it in the console. He settles back into the couch, remote in hand, and kisses me. I give him a confused look, and he grins. "It's for good luck, because I'm pretty good," he jokingly brags. I swat him on the arm playfully and giggle. 

     After we play for a little bit, my stomach starts to growl, so I head upstairs to grab something for us to eat. I fish a bag of popcorn out of the cupboard and peel the plastic coating off. I shove it in the microwave and push the popcorn button. As I wait for it to finish, I shuffle to the fridge and grab the chocolate milk. I take out two glasses and pour almost the same amount of milk in each. The microwave beeps, signifying the food is done. I put the plastic jug back in the fridge, then retrieve the popcorn. I shake the bag a little and grab a cup in each hand, pulling the popcorn between my forearm and side. I bounce down the stairs, careful not to spill, and place my findings in front of Liam. I sit down next to him. 

     "Look, I'm doing good," he points out. I look at the screen and see that he is, in fact, winning. I aim a finger at the food I brought for us, but he won't budge. So, I kiss him on the cheek. No response. I kiss him on the temple. A slight smile. I stand up and block Liam's view of the TV. He groans and looks past me, but I just move again. He looks up at me and pouts. "Ash, please move," he says in his sweetest most convincing voice. I almost give in, but I don't. I shake my head no and stand my ground. He grumbles and throws the remote to the side. "Fine, I guess I'll make you move." My fingertips tingled a little at his words. He places his hands on my hips and pulls me down so I'm straddling him. In the blink of an eye, his lips are on mine. 

     Liam pulls me closer by wrapping his arms loosely around my sides. I pull back from his kiss and press our foreheads together. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean in again. That goes on for a few minutes before Liam breaks our kiss and reaches for his chocolate milk. I slide off of his lap and settle into the couch, cuddling into Liam's warmth. I close my eyes and smile to myself, so happy I found this perfect boy. I felt my smile weaken, though, as a new thought took shape.

    Would I be able to keep him?

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