Lily spent the rest of lunch pretending she could still function normally after Noah looked at her like that.
It did not work.
At all.
Because now every single thing felt dangerously significant.
The way he stood beside her chair.
The way his voice softened when nobody else could hear.
The way he noticed things about her before she even noticed them herself.
It was becoming a problem.
A massive one.
“You haven’t blinked in thirty seconds,” Emily informed her quietly after Noah finally walked back toward his table.
“I’m processing trauma.”
“That’s not what trauma is.”
Jason leaned across the cafeteria table dramatically.
“No actually, I think watching Noah Carter fall in love in real time counts as psychological damage for the rest of us.”
Ryan sipped his drink with the exhaus
