Madeline's POV
As the sun's warm light slowly hit my face I stirred beneath the blanket, limbs reluctant to move and my heart already beating a little too fast.
I was already excited for the day.
So excited that I hadn't slept much.
Not with the memory of Liam's voice in my ear and his hoodie next to me as I hugged it close. I was warm, and not just because of the fabric. His presence lingered on my skin, in my mind, like a dream I wasn't ready to wake from.
And yet, the world didn't pause for anyone's feelings.
A knock on the door startled me. My eyes shot open.
''Madeline,'' came his voice, muffled but audible. ''I, uh… made breakfast.''
I blinked against the sun, pressing my palm to my chest to still the sudden fluttering. ''Okay,'' I replied, voice hoarse.
''I'll leave it on the table.''
Footsteps faded.