Lily barely slept that night.
Which honestly wasn’t surprising considering Noah Carter had casually admitted he’d wanted to kiss her since the dock.
Completely normal information.
Very manageable.
Absolutely not life ruining.
She spent half the night replaying every conversation they’d ever had while staring dramatically at her ceiling like she was trapped inside a romance movie Jason would absolutely never let her survive.
And somehow—
The worst part wasn’t even the confession.
It was the way Noah had looked at her afterward.
Patient.
Careful.
Like he would wait for her no matter what.
That somehow affected her more than if he’d actually kissed her.
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
By morning, Lily had come to one horrifying conclusion:
She had no idea how to act around him anym
