The wind rustled the leaves of our tree, the golden sunlight filtering through, casting playful shadows on my notebook. Liam and I had claimed this spot as our unofficial study haven. Today, though, my mind was a thousand miles away from the chemistry equations in front of me. I kept stealing glances at Liam, who seemed equally distracted.
“Hey, Ella,” Liam said suddenly, breaking the silence.
I looked up, my heart doing a little flip at the intensity in his eyes. “Yeah?”
“Do you want to come to Thanksgiving dinner at my place?”
I blinked, not sure I heard him right. “Are you serious?”
“Of course,” he said, his tone casual but his eyes searching mine.
My heart stuttered. Thanksgiving dinner with the Gravens? This wasn't just any dinner; it was a declaration. He was ready to make our
