CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
The plane ride back to Chicago was quiet, the dull roar of the engines couldn’t be compared to the wild pulse of Greece. Liam sat beside me, his laptop closed for once, his eyes fixed on the window, where clouds blurred into gray. I could still feel the warmth of his lips from that cove, the way his fingers laced through mine in the water, his voice calling me home under the Greek sun. But the threats; the text, the note followed us like shadows, and my phone stayed silent in my bag, heavy with the fear of another message. I stole glances at him, his jaw tight, his hand twitching like he wanted to reach for me but didn’t know how. Greece had cracked something open between us, but back in Chicago, I wasn’t sure what we’d find. We landed late, the city’s lights smearing through the rain-
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