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Chapter 16: Refused

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Elle’s POV

The rooftop air felt different tonight. Maybe it was the season changing, or maybe it was just me, shifting in ways I didn’t quite understand.

Liam stretched out on the blanket beside me, his head propped up on his arm as if the stars belonged to him. “You’ve been zoning out a lot lately,” he teased. “Don’t tell me you’re falling asleep on me again.”

I laughed softly, hugging my knees. “I wouldn’t dare. Who else would keep you humble if I weren’t here to remind you you’re not actually that funny?”

He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like I’d wounded him. “Wow. Brutal. Right here under the stars, too.”

I nudged his shoulder, grinning despite the ache in my chest. It was so easy with him. Too easy. And maybe that was why I held on, even when I shouldn’t.

Silence slipped in, not awkward, just… full. The kind of silence where you know the person beside you understands without words. I told myself that’s what made Liam mine in ways no one else could touch.

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