He turned his head to look at her, and the intensity in his eyes made her breath hitch.
Maya finally looked at him. He looked different, more mature. The boyish roundness in his face was gone, replaced by sharp lines and a shadow of stubble. But his eyes were exactly the same—a deep, searching hazel that always made her feel like he could see directly into her soul. Always Been You by Lily Miller
The wall Maya had spent five years building around her heart crumbled in a single second. She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. She reached up, placing her hand on the back of his neck, and pulled him down to her. He turned his head to look at her,
"I’m not interested in the party," Liam replied. He stepped up beside her, leaning his tall frame against the wooden railing. He was wearing a simple dark sweater, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows, revealing the faint trace of a scar on his forearm from a summer they had shared a lifetime ago. The boyish roundness in his face was gone,
The question caught her off guard. It was classic Liam. He never cared about the superficial small talk; he always went straight for the heart of things.