Page 23 of His Heart

“That you’re my future,” he said. “It’s weird because none of my friends feel that way, even the guys with serious girlfriends. Everything is temporary to them, like because we’re young it doesn’t matter.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip. Hearing him say that made my heart swell. He thought he was lucky? I was the luckiest girl alive. “You’re very philosophical tonight.”

He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Yeah, I know. I just saw a few of the guys today. They were all bullshitting about stuff, like usual. But it was weird—like I don’t know how to relate to them anymore.”

Liam had always been different from his friends. He was a deep thinker who liked to ponder big questions and find meaning in simple things. Sometimes I thought I was one of the only people in the world who really saw him for who he was. Most people saw a good-looking, athletic guy. His charisma had always made him popular. But there was so much more beneath the surface. I loved being the one to see it—loved that he shared his thoughts and dreams with me.

I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Maybe that’s just part of growing up.”

“Maybe.” He kissed my forehead.

“Is your nose okay?” I asked.

He scrunched it. “Hurts, but it’ll be fine.”

“Please tell me you guys aren’t getting it on in the bathroom,” Olivia called from the other room. “If you need me to leave for ten minutes, just say so.”

Liam smiled and banged his hand on the door rhythmically.

“Gross!” Olivia said.

I laughed and Liam grinned at me again.

“Should we go finish your movie?” he asked. “I’ll hold you if you’re scared.”

“Sounds perfect to me.”

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