Nick POV
Alright, let’s get this straight — I’m not usually the jealous, dramatic type. Okay, maybe a little dramatic. Fine — a lot. But when you walk into your own damn house at midnight and see Noah, of all people, holding your girl — okay, I know she’s not technically my girl, like not officially, but she’s still mine. Don’t ask me to explain it, I can’t. It’s one of those things. Anyway — back to the point. When you walk in and see that scene, like he’s auditioning for some tragic romance drama, something in you just snaps.
I swear to God, it felt like my brain threw itself out the window and left my body on autopilot.
“Noah, you piece of s**t!” I roared, my voice echoing through the house so hard I’m pretty sure a chandelier trembled somewhere upstairs.
Nara immediately pulled aw
