The rooftop air was colder than I remembered.
The kind of cold that seeped through the blanket and into my skin, reminding me this wasn’t some dream I could hide in forever.
Aiden hadn’t moved from the ledge. He was still there, still watching the horizon like it held answers the rest of us didn’t deserve. I hated how steady he looked. Like even the sky bent around his silence.
I hugged my knees to my chest, forcing my eyes away from him, willing my heartbeat to slow.
And then—
The door creaked open again.
“Elle,” Liam’s voice called, warm, easy, the sound of home.
I turned so fast my neck almost cracked.
He stepped out, hair a mess, hoodie zipped halfway, the sleepy smile that always undid me tugging at his mouth. He carried two steaming mugs, the scent of coffee drifting up with
