Chapter Thirty One
Liam The weekend feels different this time. I’ve been counting down the days until I get to see her again—not through a screen, not through texts, but in person. Just her. Just us. Two months of distance, calls, messages, and longing are about to end for a few precious hours. I pull up to her dorm building, heart racing faster than I’d like to admit. The campus is busy, students moving between classes, laughing, living, but I only have eyes for one person. I see her—hair tied back, backpack slung over one shoulder, smiling slightly to herself as she walks toward me. She freezes for a moment when our eyes meet, and I swear time slows. “Mia,” I breathe, stepping forward. “Liam,” she says softly, a mix of disbelief and happiness in her voice. I close the last few feet between us and ta
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