Liam left that morning with one last kiss and a promise that tasted too sweet to doubt.
"I'll call the second I land," he’d said, pulling me into his chest like I was the only thing tethering him to earth.
“I hate that I have to leave right now,” he murmured against my hair. “But I need to fix this deal myself. It will only be a few days.”
My fingers brushed his collar as I looked up. “You are telling me the big boss couldn’t pull a few strings and skip it?”
He grinned, kissed me again, longer this time. “Text me everything. What you eat, what you wear, what you miss. Especially what you miss.”
“So basically... you want to stalk me through your phone.”
“Exactly.”
Then he was gone. A blur of cologne, lingering warmth, and an unspoken goodbye. The house–once filled with laughter, insi
