Daisy’s POV
"Come on, Daisy. No falling in love," I kept repeating the words silently in my head. That mantra had become my shield since Trey broke my heart. I had promised myself never to feel that kind of pain again. Never to be weak again. Never to give my heart to anyone again.
I stood at the edge of Liam’s bed, watching him sleep. He looked so peaceful, like a child lost in a dream. His long lashes rested softly and the bandage near his hairline reminded me of everything that had happened. My hand lifted slowly, stopping just above his head. I wondered what it would feel like to run my fingers through his hair. Would it be soft? Would it bring comfort to him? Would it bring comfort to me?
But I couldn’t do it. I pulled my hand back. I didn’t have the right.
I was lying to myself,
