Alison's POV
The warmth of Noah’s hands on my face lingered long after his words settled in my chest. I could still feel the tenderness of his thumbs brushing my cheeks, the soft sincerity in his voice as he told me that he wanted me and only me. It should have been comforting. It should have been enough to calm the storm inside me. But instead, it made everything more complicated.
How could he see me like that? How could he look at me, knowing everything about my past, and still think I was worthy for him?
I stood there, barely able to breathe, my heart racing in my chest. The weight of Noah’s confession clung to me like an anchor, dragging me deeper into the confusion I’d been trying so hard to avoid. He thought I was perfect. Perfect. God, if only he knew how wrong he was.
I bit my
