SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
I sat stiff in the backseat, fingers fidgeting on my lap like I was some nervous schoolgirl. But why? I kept telling myself it wasn’t because Logan’s car was right behind us, inches from Liam’s. No, that couldn’t be it. I tried to steady my breath, but my heart kept beating like it wanted out. It was ridiculous, honestly. I didn’t even want Liam to know the real reason.
Liam glanced at me from the corner of his eye, that calm, easy look he always wore. “Hey, you alright?” His voice was soft, like he could tell something was off even though I wasn’t giving anything away.
I forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”
He wasn’t buying it. “You don’t look fine. Why’re you so nervous all of a sudden?”
I shifted, trying to hide the tightness in my chest. “I’m no
