Julissa suddenly recalled how things were when she was with Liam. Since childhood, she would never let him see her without washing her face first. Whenever he came over to help her with homework, she’d put on her prettiest dress and chew gum for fresh breath.
Even up until the day they broke up, she never dared burp in front of him—too embarrassed.
Though they’d grown up together and knew each other well, there was always a subtle distance between them.
Not all childhood sweethearts are like this, of course—just her and Liam never truly got close.
Thinking of Liam reminded her of the dress Mrs. Zamora had gifted her.
She let go of Scott’s waist and dashed out to the living room, checking around, then searched by the entrance.
While she was rummaging around, Scott plated the fried eggs and began heating milk in a small pot. Half of him leaned out of the kitchen.
"What are you looking for?"
"Mr. Nichols, did you bring back the box I left in the car?"
He shrugged. "Had my hands full with
