ANIKA’S POV
I had smiled so much in this short little time than I had in four years.
It felt strange. Almost unfamiliar. Like my face was relearning something it had forgotten.
Liam had been very intentional about everything lately. Every little thing. And yes, I knew this was 2026 and nobody really used the word woo anymore, but honestly, nothing else fit.
Because what else do you call it when a man remembers how you take your tea without asking? When he leaves small handwritten sticky notes for me every day just before he goes to work in places he knew I would find them but always switches it up so as to not be predictable.
He always makes sure to text because he knew I loved to feed others but always forgot to eat.
But most of all he listened.
He never talked over me, or made me
