Been You By Lily Miller: Always

"The party is inside," Maya said, her voice barely above a whisper. She tightened her grip on her sweater, pulling it closer around her frame.

Maya froze. That voice. It was a low, familiar rumble that she had spent the last five years trying to forget. She didn't need to turn around to know it was Liam.

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

When their lips met, it wasn't a tentative first kiss. It was a collision of years of longing, unsaid words, and a love that had never truly faded. It was coming home.

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. "The party is inside," Maya said, her voice

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.

Liam nodded, his gaze drifting out to the rain. "Yeah. It keeps me grounded. But something has been missing." That voice

"How have you been, Maya?" he asked. The use of her name sent a shiver down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. "Good," she lied. "Busy. Chicago is... fast." "And are you happy?"