The rest of the morning blurred into small, ordinary moments that felt bigger than they should’ve.
Liam cracking eggs into a pan, humming some half-forgotten tune. Me setting the table, pretending not to notice how the sunlight caught in his hair. Him stealing a bite of toast from my plate, grinning like a kid.
I told myself not to read into it.
But my heart… my heart was a terrible liar.
“Want to do something later?” Liam asked, his eyes still on his food.
My pulse tripped over itself. “Like what?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. We could go for a drive. Hit that trail we used to bike. Just… hang out. Like old times.”
Old times.
He didn’t realize those were the moments I lived for.
“Yeah,” I said quickly. “I’d like that.”
His grin widened, warm and effortless, and for a second, I th
