More dangerous.
Sophia told him about her loneliness. About how his father barely touched her anymore. How their marriage had become cold years ago.
Liam confessed things he had never told anyone.
How rejected he felt.
How ashamed he’d been after Chloe humiliated him.
How empty his life felt before Sophia started listening to him.
And every conversation pulled them closer.
One evening, weeks later, Liam received a call from his father.
“You’re coming home for Thanksgiving,” his father said firmly.
Liam hesitated.
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“That wasn’t a question.”
The line went dead.
The entire drive home, Liam’s stomach twisted with anxiety.
When he arrived, Sophia opened the door before he could knock.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
She looked beautiful.
Too beautiful.
Her soft sweater hugged her figure, and her loose hair fell over one shoulder. But it wasn’t just that. It was the way she looked at him — warmly, emotionally, almost desperately.
“You got taller,” she whispered with a nervous smile.
Liam laughed softly.
“That’s impossible. It’s been two months.”
Still smiling, she stepped aside to let him in.
Dinner that night was painfully tense. His father barely spoke, absorbed in work emails and phone calls like always. Meanwhile, Liam could feel Sophia’s presence every second — every glance, every accidental touch, every moment their eyes met across the table.
Later that night, Liam couldn’t sleep.
Around 1 AM, he went downstairs for water.
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