Slowly, my head averted back at the tone the voice just addressed me through.

Say no heart.

Please say no…it wasn’t…him.

It was Liam. He sat on the sofa just by a corner I didn’t notice in the sitting room. With his legs crossed, his black oxford shoes shook with a touch of manliness. The both of his arms pressed flatly at the upper part, of the white couch.

Like a deer caught in head lights, I moved to face him wholly. With my bag in my hand, I timidly observed him. The instant my eyes locked with his, a vivid recall of last night appeared in my head.

The...