Liv’s POV

It was a chilly Sunday evening when Kaelon pulled up to my house, the soft hum of his car engine slowly coming to a stop in front of the curb.

I turned to him, my fingers lingering on the handle of the door. "Thanks for the ride," I said, my voice softer than I intended.

It was strange, feeling this warm tug in my chest every time I looked at him, especially after everything we had shared this weekend.

It had been one of those weekends that made me forget the world outside, but now, it was time to face the reality of the coming workweek.

Kaelon gave...