Ava’s POV
“I know you love Liam,” Steve said, his voice soft as he rested against my shoulder. “And I respect that. But I had to tell you how I feel, Ava.”
I nodded, still holding him close, grateful for his honesty.
We stood in silence for a moment. It wasn’t uncomfortable—it was a quiet understanding, a shared moment of clarity.
Steve stepped back, his eyes slightly red, offering a faint smile. “I’m glad I got it off my chest, Ava,” he said gently. “Feels a little lighter now.”
I returned a warm smile, feeling empathy for him. “I’m glad you told me, Steve,” I replied softly. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out for us.”
He nodded, his eyes glistening again, and I knew this moment would linger with us both.
We parted ways. I rushed off to find Liam while he returned to his tasks. But that
