By the time we finally left the rooftop, my hands were numb from the cold but my chest felt too warm, heavy with words I couldn’t say.
Liam held the door open for me, his usual crooked smile tugging at his lips. “Ladies first.”
I stepped past him, trying not to let my heart trip over something so simple. It was always like this with him—ordinary gestures that felt like confessions if I let them.
We made our way down the stairs, our footsteps echoing softly in the quiet building. My stomach gave a low, traitorous growl, and Liam chuckled behind me.
“Hungry?”
“Maybe just a little,” I admitted, pressing a hand to my stomach.
“Come on then,” he said, ruffling my hair as we reached the kitchen. “Chef Liam is on duty.”
I swatted at his hand but couldn’t hide my grin. Watching him pull ope
