Chapter 95 The Thanksgiving Invitation

• The wind rustled the leaves of our tree, the golden sunlight filtering through, casting playful shadows on my notebook. Liam and I had claimed this spot as our unofficial study haven. Today, though, my mind was a thousand miles away from the chemistry equations in front of me. I kept stealing glances at Liam, who seemed equally distracted.
• “Hey, Ella,” Liam said suddenly, breaking the silence.
• I looked up, my heart doing a little flip at the intensity in his eyes. “Yeah?”