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 ...