Chapter 12 Haunted By Yesterday
- Liam’s P.O.V.
- Noah always smelled like vanilla and something warm, something familiar. It used to cling to my clothes, my skin, my sheets. I could still remember the first time I had kissed him.
- It had been after practice, back in high school, when we were nothing more than a secret shared between stolen glances and shared whispers, nothing more but it meant everything to me.