A Borrowed Life (Carly and Liam #1) Read Online Free Page B

attention turns to him again. His intense stare is riveted on me, his face betraying a range of emotions as violent as the ones I'm feeling right now.
    I breathe deeply and continue on my way without showing the effect he has on me. But he isn’t finished as he walks toward me. My heart beats at full speed and I freeze. What am I gonna do? What do I say? Fuck! He leans over his chair, right in front of me, to pick up his beach towel. He looks up at me, ensuring our eyes meet once more. I'm sure he's fully aware that this look has a liquefying power over women and he does it on purpose! Luckily, I'm already getting into the elevator and I manage to look away from him.
    I finally get inside with Liv, and the doors close. I let out a long breath of relief, letting my back fall against the wall behind me.
    “I know!” Liv chuckles noticing my reaction.
    I laugh. It’s not even funny, but I can't help it.

    The dance floor is crowded with people about our age. For the first time since the beginning of this trip, I don’t feel like a fish out of water. I'm not used to nightclubs, but the crowd in this bar are much like those of our restaurant on Friday nights.
    I dance alongside Liv, without a worry in the world, when suddenly a shiver runs down my spine. I turn and I look for him because I know he's there, but I can't see him anywhere. I sigh. I’m becoming paranoid! Even when I’m not thinking of him, I feel his presence and his gaze burning on my skin. I must say he left a rather intense impression, but it’s all in my head.
    We return to our room at almost midnight and Liv is exhausted. Me too, but I'm unable to sleep, so I sneak out onto the balcony. Her snoring is terrible tonight. It's not normal for her, but I think she consumed a little too much alcohol today.
    I tighten a blanket over my shoulders because the temperature has dropped quite drastically. I press my head against the back of the wicker chair and my eyes are automatically drawn to the black sky. The stars are beautiful at sea, looming overhead and giving the impression they are the only things in existence beside the ship. They're watching us and protecting us. It's so dark that I can no longer see the sea, but only hear the waves. Everything is so quiet around here!
    A man coughing draws my attention to the right. On the deck above ours, a man leans his elbows on the railing of his porch to admire the same view as me. If the dim light of his room weren’t lighting his face, I probably wouldn't have recognized him as the same mysterious man I keep encountering everywhere I go. I didn't know he was staying so close to our room.
    He doesn't see me. His attention is fixed on the stars and nothing else, which gives me plenty of time to admire him. He really is beautiful! For the first time, I see more than just a millionaire playboy; I see something different about him. He seems thoughtful, as if he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. Right now, I would like to be the one standing by his side, even if it was only for a chance to look at him closely. I want to be the one he would wrap his arm around and kiss gently on the neck, and hear his voice whisper a sweet word in my ear.
    I picture myself under the touch his fingers climbing behind my back, as he eagerly anticipates the night we'll spend together. His kisses must be so tender and passionate! I close my eyes, losing myself in the thought of his full, soft lips, perfectly pressed against mine in a gentle suction. At least I'm allowed to dream. I open my eyes and feel his burning gaze.
    We find ourselves staring at each other, our eyes locked on one another. My breathing starts to quicken and I can't help but wonder what he’s thinking right now. I look away and he does the same. A few minutes pass before I chance another glance towards him, except this time he's gone.
    I go to bed that night seeing his smile, his blue irises and broad shoulders. I imagine myself in his arms, sliding my