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When I got home, Liam had already set the table with a full spread of food.
I’d told him my last class would end at four.
It was six now.
As I looked at him sitting quietly on the couch, I couldn’t help but remember the first day I
came back to this life. He’d been waiting for me then, too.
I walked over to him and took his hand.
“Liam,” I called softly.
He looked like he’d been frozen in place by the setting sun, the fading light casting a
warm glow over his features.
He gripped my wrist and pulled me into his arms.
“Where were you?” he murmured. “Hm?”
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“I went to see Officer Walker,” I replied..
I’d promised him I wouldn’t lie to him anymore.
He sighed, his hand brushing over my hair.
“Idiot,” he muttered.
Sometimes, words weren’t needed.
Everything we wanted to say could be expressed in a touch, in the way his arms wrapped
around me, in how his lips found mine.
His fingers combed through my hair, twisting and untangling the strands over and over
again.
If everything in the world had a temperature, then I hated how suffocating this summer
heat felt.
“Should we eat?” he asked, his breath warm against my lips.
I hooked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
“What should we eat, Liam?”
“Dinner.”
“Liam.”
Somehow, we’d mixed up our words, our meanings, everything.
He lowered his head to look at me, then pulled me even closer, holding me as if he never wanted to let go.
Outside, the faint sound of a bike bell rang through the street.
The sharp scent of pepper drifted in through the window from a neighbor’s kitchen.
I knew this summer was coming to an end.
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So I kissed him, trying to memorize every detail of him, as if I could carve him into my heart and never forget.
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