Nora

The soft hues of dawn were beginning to paint the sky as I stood there, watching the bus pull up to the curb. Its headlights cut through the dim morning light, casting long shadows on the pavement. I adjusted the strap of my bag nervously, my heart heavy with a mixture of emotions. I turned to see Liam stand outside the bus, waving at us—I don’t think he was going with us, no, not in that bus.

The events of the past night still played on a loop in my mind, each moment etched into my memory with startling clarity. Liam and I had shared a sensual connection that...