Noah POV
The alarm clocked dragging me from a shallow sleep. I slapped the switch, rubbed my eyes, and headed straight for the bathroom. After a quick shower: I still didn't have enough clothes in my own room here at the farmhouse. I had to trespass into Ariana's room again—the room we had temporarily assigned to her, which had become my unofficial emergency closet.
I crept down the hall. I opened her door quietly, praying she hadn't woken up. She was sleeping soundly, curled up under the duvet. Good. I sneaked across the room, grabbed the first clean clothes I saw from my abandoned wardrobe—a pair of jeans and a T-shirt—glanced back at her, and tiptoed out, exhaling only after the door clicked shut.
I turned around—and froze.
Alex stood there in a crisp white bathrobe, staring at me w
