OLIVIA
Noah looked exhausted, even though he was clearly trying to stay awake.
I could tell he was fighting it, his eyes growing heavier by the second, but he still refused to close them. Then, without warning, he reached for my hand and placed it against his chest.
I let him.
I already knew how he was, and I understood that if I tried to pull away, he would only tighten his grip and refuse to let go.
Besides, he looked too tired to argue with.
I felt his body gradually relax beneath my hand, and the tension in him slowly eased as if holding on to me was enough to calm him. His breathing became steadier and slower, and after a while, his grip began to loosen.
Eventually, he fell asleep.
His hand slowly slipped away from mine.
I stayed there for a moment, watchi
