Hayley — Davies Pov

I almost laugh. Words. Of course.

He grins. It’s a lazy, careless grin that makes my ribs ache. “Not looking for romance, Davies. Just a passing grade.” hayley davies pov

My name is Hayley Davies, and I have spent most of my life feeling like a supporting character in someone else’s story. You know the type: the dependable friend, the quiet sister, the girl who always hands you the correct pen during an exam. I don’t mind it, most days. There’s a safety in the shadows, a comfort in not being watched. I almost laugh

I'm happy to provide information from a hypothetical perspective. However, I need a bit more context to provide a relevant and informative post. He grins

Liam is standing at the end of the aisle, holding a damp umbrella. His T-shirt has a small coffee stain on the collar. His hair is curling at the ends from the rain. He looks lost.