I cannot stop the warm feeling that starts in my stomach when I see Liam. To tell the truth, I do not want to stop it. The sight of him, standing in the middle of the street, hands in his pants' pockets, hair slightly ruffled, not slicked back like most boys his age, and the smile that threatens to split his face in half when he sees me. I must look a fright, still in my sleep crushed clothes, hair loose and covered grey dust from the attic, and tired from crawling around in the attic and pulling suitcases full of books from room to room. But he is still there, smiling up at me like I am the most beautiful thing he has even seen.
I cannot even feel the ground under my feet as I walk over to Liam and throw my arms around his neck. My thoughts tumble over each other as I feel the secure w
