Chapter 51: Track down (3)
As I brushed the roughened face I hadn’t seen in a while, Liam gave a small smile. He then closed his eyes, burying his face into my palm for a long time. His wet hair tangled around my fingers. So he came back after being completely drenched in the rain. Foolishly. His face, chilled from the cold, looked more exhausted than usual.
I felt a sense of déjà vu. It reminded me of that time. On the train, when Liam Moore was on the verge of breaking down.
“Do you want a hug?”
I asked impulsively, surprised at myself for saying it. Liam didn’t answer but reached out to me without a moment’s hesitation, pressing one knee into the sofa.
“You can sit on my lap.”
I made the joke to lighten the mood. Liam Moore chuckled softly. The gentle vibration of his laughter transmitted through our touching bodies. Then he shyly whispered to me.
“I’m heavy.”
Of course. Liam Moore is heavy.
I felt his breath. With both of us sitting on a single-seater sofa, we were practically glued together. He wasn’t sitting on my lap, but he was leaning almost entirely against me. Though I had my arm around his neck, it felt more like he was the one holding me. After all, he was over six feet tall, and I was smaller than him.