“You’re in the wrong section,” I say, my voice quieter than I intended. “Romance is two aisles over.”
He said my name. Just my name. And I stand there in the quiet aisle, holding that stupid romance novel to my chest, wondering if my heart has always been this loud or if he just taught it how to beat. hayley davies pov
“Hayley?”
In the digital space, "POV" content serves two distinct purposes for Davies: “You’re in the wrong section,” I say, my
Tonight, in my head, he stays.
I don’t know if Liam will ever look at me the way I look at him—like I’m a book he can’t put down, a story he needs to finish. But for now, in the dark, with only my thoughts for company, I let myself pretend. And I stand there in the quiet aisle,