Ariana POV
We got into the car, and a quiet calm settled over us as Noah began driving. We were going “home.”
His home — but somehow my mind keeps calling it ours. I don’t know why.
My thoughts drift while I stare at him. I tuck one leg up and lean my back against the door so I can see him better. His eyes stay focused on the road, one hand steady on the steering wheel. He looks… different. Not in a dramatic, model-type way, but in a simple, gentle way you only notice if you really look.
His grey eyes are deep — deep enough that it feels like they’re carrying stories he’ll never say out loud. And sometimes, just for a second, pain flashes through them before disappearing again. His frame isn’t huge or overly muscular, but he carries himself in a way that makes him stand out anyway. He’
