A hand slammed onto his shoulder. Hard. Before Noah could react, he was yanked backward and shoved violently against the wall beside the hallway. The impact knocked the breath from his lungs and his head snapped up instantly. Chase.
Noah rolled his eyes immediately, even as his heart kicked hard again for a completely different reason. “Seriously?” he muttered.
The music pounded around them but somehow the space between them felt strangely isolated, cut off from the rest of the party. Chase stood too close, one hand braced beside Noah’s head against the wall, the other still gripping his shoulder tightly. His dark button-up sleeves were rolled to his forearms and Noah could smell alcohol beneath the sharper scent of expensive cologne.
Chase’s eyes burned into him. “What the f**k are you
