6
LIAM.
The rain had been coming down for hours. It hit the windows in waves, soft and then loud, like it couldn’t decide how hard to fall. I was half-asleep on the couch, a movie flickering on mute, my phone dark beside me.
I hadn’t heard from Ava since the night we exchanged those two words—“Hey” and “Hey.” Nothing more. Not a plan. Not a call. But I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Wondering if she was okay. Wondering if I’d ruined everything by letting her go in the first place.
So when the knock came, I almost didn’t believe it. Not until the second knock which was louder, faster, and shook me out of the fog. I stood, my heart already beating like it knew who it was.
I opened the door and there she was.
Ava. Soaked to the skin, her hair stuck to her cheeks, her clothes clingin
